His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 576

It was because when Jonathan pursued her back then, she felt the joy of regaining something she had lost.

She never argued with him, always yielding to his every whim.

Niamh lowered her eyes, a self-deprecating smile on her face. "Exactly. That's why I don't want Lana to follow in my footsteps."

"I'm sorry," Elmer apologized immediately. "That was out of line. I shouldn't have brought it up. How about we talk about your plans after the divorce?"

"Well..." Niamh rested her chin on her hands, a sly grin spreading across her face.

Some time later, the divorce decrees arrived for both Niamh and Jonathan.

Niamh was in her studio sketching when she saw the document and froze, completely stunned.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was in Coralis, getting ready to attend Ramona's birthday party with Sprague and Marigold at the Majestic Peak villa.

It was a grand affair, and when the three of them arrived, the hillside mansion was already teeming with guests—not just the Thomases, but also prominent figures from Coralis, international dignitaries, and business titans.

A broad smile bloomed on Sprague's face.

This was the perfect environment to network with the powerful and expand the Thomas family's business interests.

He thrived in these settings.

Marigold, however, was more apprehensive.

She had assumed the Quinns had invited only their family, but the massive guest list meant the Thomases were just one of many influential families present.

She also noticed a long line of eligible young men presenting Ramona with extravagant birthday gifts, much like how Jonathan would be swamped with presents during his own birthday celebrations in Aldenville.

"Jonathan..." Marigold sidled up to her son, giving him a pointed look. "Now's the time. Get the gift out."

She was confident that the seventy-million-dollar piece of jewelry would outshine anything Ramona's other suitors could offer.

Ramona's eyes lit up instantly.

If she wasn't mistaken, that had to be the legendary 67-carat fancy vivid yellow diamond necklace from the Aldonian royal family's collection.

She hadn't even seen it yet, but a triumphant glint was already visible in her eyes.

Jonathan looked at the radiant woman before him, his naturally upturned lips curving into a faint smile that instantly made him the most captivating man at the party.

"Miss Quinn," he began, his voice rich and magnetic, "I did indeed purchase a vintage necklace for seventy million dollars... but unfortunately, it is not for you."

His words fell like a hammer, and the smiles on Ramona and Marigold's faces instantly vanished.

At that very moment in Aldenville, Niamh sat in her office at the design studio.

Just after receiving the divorce decree, another package arrived.