His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 887

“Prosopagnosia?” The term was unfamiliar to Niamh. All she saw was Jonathan clutching his head, his face a mask of agony. “I don't know what was wrong with my brain. That memory was more important to me than my own life, but… the harder I tried to hold onto it, the more it slipped away… I felt like I knew what the Rina in my memory looked like, but I couldn't form a clear image.”

By the time he finally completed the curriculum under that intense pressure, he couldn't recognize Rina anymore. He couldn't match the features in his mind to a real person. Eventually, even the features in his mind became a blur. “It wasn't until I left this place and saw a doctor that I understood I had prosopagnosia. He said it was a psychological condition triggered by extreme stress… For a while, I thought I'd never find you again. Not until I heard you playing the piano…” A self-deprecating look crossed Jonathan’s face. “And even then, I got it wrong. So wrong, for so long…”

They sat together on a large, flat rock in front of the waterfall. “I'm not telling you this to make excuses…” Jonathan began, then gave a wry smile. “Okay, maybe I am making excuses… or at least trying to win some pity…” Niamh watched as he scratched his head, his wry smile tinged with guilt, his eyes full of apology and deep regret.

“Back then, I didn't know you were Rina, and I never planned on loving anyone but her... As for Marina, who had gone abroad, I didn't have any feelings for her anymore… The way I favored and defended her after she came back was all because of the promise I made to Rina…” “I remember reading a quote somewhere—that we spend our whole lives healing from our childhoods. My own childhood was unhappy… so I didn't want kids. Not back then.”

Niamh looked at his face. His expression was raw and honest—he was speaking from the heart. “At the time, I only saw that you loved me. I didn't think I loved you, and I certainly didn't think I could love our child… A child who isn't loved can't be happy. So I thought it was better for them not to be born at all than to have an unhappy childhood like mine.” As he said the words, Jonathan noticed Niamh’s fists clench. A pang of pain shot through his own heart.

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