His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 532

“Because I’m just the perfect little housewife and your bedwarmer, is that it?”

“……”

Jonathan clamped his jaw shut, silent.

Those labels—every single one—were the ones he’d once slapped on Niamh himself.

Now, each one felt like a knife turning in his own gut.

He couldn’t even imagine how much it must have hurt Niamh, back then, to hear the man she loved sum her up like that. Surely, it was a pain far sharper than anything he felt now.

Seeing Jonathan lost in a long silence, Niamh wrenched herself out of his grip.

“Jonathan, we’re divorced. The only thing left is for city hall to update their records.”

Her voice was crisp, decisive.

“As long as city hall’s system hasn’t changed, we’re still married,” Jonathan replied, far too calm for her liking.

Niamh felt so frustrated she could scream.

“What exactly do you want from me?!”

“Just saying hello to my new neighbor, that’s all.”

“What?”

She stared at him, completely missing his meaning.

Jonathan’s lips curved into a sly smile, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Starting today, I’ll be living right next door. As your new neighbor, I hope you’ll look after me.”

He extended his hand. Niamh stared at it, wide-eyed and frozen.

He was moving in next door?

“So what, you’re trying to force me to move out now?” she shot back, slapping his hand away.

Jonathan’s palm tingled, but he only smiled and shook his head.

“You won’t.”

“……”

“This place is full of memories—just you and your mother, making a life together. I know you’re sentimental about things like that.”

“Don’t pretend you know me so well,” Niamh snapped.

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