His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 580

Hayes approached Jonathan. "Was it truly worth all this, Jonathan, just to avoid marrying Ramona?"

"Oh, not at all," Jonathan replied, his smile never reaching his cold eyes. "Mr. Quinn went to such great lengths to provide my ex-wife with a lawyer and introduce her to a judge. How could I not show my gratitude for your kindness?"

His words made it clear to Hayes. Jonathan had orchestrated this entire spectacle at Ramona's birthday party as a form of retaliation against him.

However, from his tone, it seemed Jonathan was still unaware that Hayes was Niamh's biological father.

Hayes opened his mouth, then closed it, taking a sharp breath. He was at a loss for words.

Jonathan had willingly given up his entire fortune not only to torpedo the marriage alliance but also to deliver a rude awakening to him and Ramona.

Still, Hayes couldn't comprehend someone sacrificing everything for such a reason.

Jonathan saw the confusion in Hayes's eyes but offered no explanation.

All that mattered was that he was thoroughly satisfied with how the evening had turned out.

After leaving the villa, Jonathan received a call from Judge Jan.

"Mr. Thomas, I think you've received the decree."

"Yes. You did a good job."

"And the photos..."

"Don't worry," Jonathan said smoothly. "They will be taken care of."

With that, he hung up.

He had known all along that Hayes had connected Niamh with Judge Jan, ensuring the divorce would be granted no matter what.

However, Jonathan held his own leverage—a set of compromising photos of the judge—which allowed him to dictate the terms of the asset division.

The outcome, including the Quinn family's reaction, had played out almost exactly as he'd predicted.

At the foot of the mountain, a space-gray Koenigsegg Gemera—the brand's only four-seater model—pulled up in front of him.

Prescott was at the wheel. "Mr. Thomas."

Jonathan slid into the car. "Is everything arranged?"

Jonathan was silent for a moment before letting out a wry laugh. "Let's go to Trinity Lane."

The location surprised Prescott for a second. Then he remembered: Jonathan had bought the house right next to Niamh's.

"Yes, Mr. Thomas."

The gray Koenigsegg sped off, a blur on the open road.

That night, Jonathan stayed in the old house on Trinity Lane, right next door to Niamh's place.

But she never came home.

He got out of bed several times during the night to knock on her door, his knuckles growing sore from the effort, but there was never an answer.

Back in his own small house, he took out his phone, about to ask Prescott to track Niamh's location, when he noticed a new post on his social media feed from someone who rarely ever posted.

It was a pair of photos.

One of them was a group shot, and in it, smiling back at the camera, was Niamh.