His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 519

In an instant, Marina’s eyes went wide, terror flickering in them as a bolt of lightning split the night outside.

For the first time, Jonathan finally saw real guilt flicker across Marina’s face. Maybe she’d played the part of “his Rina” for so long that she’d started to believe it herself. That would explain why she’d spoken with such conviction just now, as if she truly believed she’d been wronged—by him, or maybe by Niamh.

But…

The way Jonathan looked at her was cold and sharp, his gaze like a pair of invisible hands itching to tear her apart.

Prescott had told him—the investigation was clear. Marina had never been committed to Aldenville Juvenile Rehabilitation Center. Not once.

She wasn’t his Rina.

She never had been.

“All the help I gave you… all the favoritism… all the dignity I afforded you… it was always meant for Rina.” Jonathan’s voice was calm, almost gentle, but every word wormed its way into Marina’s ears, making her tremble all over.

“Without Rina’s identity… you’re nothing to me.”

He let the words hang in the air, then turned and walked out of the hospital room.

Left alone, Marina collapsed onto the floor and sobbed uncontrollably.

At the far end of the hallway, Prescott stood waiting, brow furrowed.

It wasn’t long before Jonathan appeared, his smile cold enough to chill the blood.

“Did you get in touch with the people from the Vipers’ Nest?”

“…Already did.”

“Good.”

Jonathan didn’t say much, but Prescott understood far more than what was spoken.

The night was pitch black, thunder rolling as rain poured down in sheets, as if the sky itself was weeping.

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