His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 573

Jonathan's thumb rubbed against the side of the sake cup he was holding.

"I see," was all he said after a moment, his voice neutral.

They were the only four customers in the pub, and when no one spoke, the silence was as heavy as a tomb. Preston and Niamh had both driven, and Prescott was Jonathan's chauffeur, which meant Jonathan was the only one drinking.

"It's getting late. I should go," Niamh said, the first to stand up.

"I'll take you," Preston offered, but just as he spoke, Jonathan grabbed Niamh's wrist. His hand was cold, like a piece of ice pressed against her skin.

"Before we're officially divorced, can't you stay with me a little longer?" Jonathan's voice was as calm as ever, but there was a new, pleading undertone.

Niamh kept her eyes lowered, refusing to look at him. She didn't understand what he was trying to salvage at this point. Whether he had truly loved Marina or was just blinded by a mistaken first-love fantasy, it didn't matter. The moment he was responsible for the death of their child, their fate was sealed.

Sensing her intention to pull away, Jonathan's fingers tightened. But the harder he tried to hold on, the quicker she slipped from his grasp, leaving him clutching nothing but cold air.

Preston followed Niamh out of the pub. "Niamh, let me give you a ride!"

She turned. "It's okay, I drove here."

Deep down, Jonathan knew Prescott was right. But he didn't want to hear the truth right now.

He stayed at the pub all night. The next morning, he received a call from his father.

"You're in Coralis?" Sprague Thomas asked.

"Yes."

"Perfect. Your mother and I will be there shortly." Jonathan frowned at his father's words. "Ramona's birthday is next month. There's a jewelry auction today at the Luxe Haven Hotel in Coralis. I want you to go and buy her a piece as a birthday gift. Do you understand?"