His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 879

Jonathan was the one who was truly right for Niamh. Besides, Niamh faking her own death had caused Elmer to finally give up on her. In contrast, Jonathan's devotion to a woman he believed was dead had earned him a significant amount of Lana's respect. On top of that, it was Jonathan who had worked seamlessly with Niamh, risking life and limb to save her from the Joker.

“Nia, as your best friend… I just want you to be happy.” Lana’s voice was serious, her eyes clear and focused despite the beer. “And just to be clear, I’m not saying this because he saved my life.”

Niamh couldn’t help but laugh at Lana’s earnest disclaimer. “I know you’re just looking out for me.”

“Exactly!” Lana nodded eagerly. “I really think Jonathan has changed… and besides, he’s never loved anyone else! From start to finish, you’re the only one he’s ever loved.”

“Lana…”

“I know he did some terrible things to you in the past. I’ve cursed him out for it plenty of times. And you told me how his rough treatment caused you to lose your baby…” As Lana said the words aloud, even she felt that what Jonathan had done was unforgivable. “But, but still…”

Seeing Lana hesitate, Niamh waited patiently for her to finish. Lana struggled with her “buts” for a moment before chugging the rest of her beer.

“But I really think you should get back together with him! You two have been through so much. What’s left that you can’t overcome? That miscarriage… maybe… maybe there was some kind of misunderstanding? Why don’t you just sit down and talk to him about it?”

Silence once again descended upon the living room. Lana watched Niamh’s face carefully, worried she might have overstepped and angered her. But Niamh’s expression remained calm. She took a quiet sip of her beer, a bitter smile touching her lips.

“Actually… the reason I won’t remarry him isn’t because of the child I lost.”

“Huh?” Lana’s eyes widened.

That night, Niamh slept at Lana’s. Perhaps from the exhaustion of the past few weeks, she slept soundly and didn’t wake until noon the next day.

“Lana, where did you put my clothes…?” Niamh trailed off as she stepped out of the bedroom and saw Jonathan standing by the dining table. He was wearing a ruffled apron and holding a steaming plate of freshly cooked food.

Niamh froze. “Where’s Lana?”

“She had to go out. She said you two drank a lot last night and told me to come take care of you.”

Jonathan's explanation made it all clear. Lana had called him over. It seemed her words last night hadn't convinced her friend; otherwise, Lana wouldn't be playing matchmaker again.