She’d been exposed.
Now the entire internet knew-
Jonathan’s wife was her. Niamh.
She couldn’t even make it back to the office; it was only with the help of a building security guard that she managed to escape the swarm of reporters and bloggers waiting downstairs.
Before she even started the car, Niamh pulled out her phone.
Sure enough, she was everywhere.
“Shine’s Rising Star Niamh Revealed as Society Heiress?!”
“Jonathan Thomas Is Married–And His Wife Is None Other Than Niamh.”
“The Real Power Behind the Hot New Designer? The Thomas Group!”
“A Perfect Match, or Role Reversal? The Thomas Group Publicly Welcomes Its Leading Lady.”
“Power Couple! Business Tycoon and Breakout Designer Have Been Family All Along.”
Overnight, the news that Niamh was Jonathan’s wife had flooded every corner of
the internet.
There had been rumors once before, but that was just wild speculation over a blurry photo. Jonathan hadn’t denied it, but he hadn’t admitted anything, either. In the end, the matter fizzled out. The internet has a short memory–trending topics come and go in a blink, and after a while, people forget.
But this time was different.
This time, someone had clearly paid to have the story circulated. Every outlet was running the exact same copy.
Then, the official Thomas Group account posted the statement across all their platforms, confirming it.
In other words, the Thomas Group had gone public and acknowledged that Niamh was Jonathan’s wife.
True, it was a fact.
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True, when she and Jonathan got married, they’d never signed any agreement to keep it secret.
But Niamh had always lived quietly, a homebody, the kind of wife who rarely set foot outside. Aside from a handful of people, no one knew her identity, and the Thomas family had never made any grand announcement about her marriage to Jonathan.
Niamh couldn’t understand what was happening.
She’d considered the possibility that her marriage to Jonathan might get out, but as long as the Thomas Group didn’t confirm it, it would die down again, just like last time.
But this time, the Thomas Group’s response was beyond anything she expected.
It almost felt orchestrated–like the Thomas Group had staged the whole thing.
The only person Niamh could think of was Jonathan.
Just this morning, Jonathan had handed her the signed divorce papers. And now, the press release had gone out everywhere, cementing her identity as Mrs.
Thomas.
With the whole world watching, divorcing Jonathan would be nearly impossible.
What Niamh couldn’t understand was why Jonathan would go to such lengths. What was he trying to do?
She needed answers. So she went to the Thomas Group herself, determined to confront him.
Niamh was furious–and Jonathan didn’t look much better.
She’d nearly finished her coffee before Jonathan finally spoke.
“I didn’t leak anything online. I had nothing to do with it.”
Niamh let out a cold, skeptical laugh. “You really expect me to believe that?”
“Whether you believe me or not… does it really matter to me?”
His retort left her momentarily speechless.
“Niamh, I remember telling you before–I’m not that reluctant to let you go. Sure, losing a dutiful housekeeper like you is inconvenient, but that’s all there is to it…”
Jonathan’s voice was so calm, it was almost cruel–each word pricking at her
heart.
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“I gave you the signed divorce agreement because I had no intention of playing games behind your back. The fact that you’re in such a hurry to blame me… Is it because you secretly hope I did it? That you can fool yourself into thinking I can’t bear to let you go? Am I right?”
“You-!”
Heat crept up Niamh’s cheeks. That wasn’t what she’d wanted. At least, she didn’t
think so.
But in Jonathan’s cold, mocking gaze, her anger felt like a guilty conscience exposed.
She grabbed her phone and stormed out, not looking back.
Jonathan didn’t say a word. He let her leave.
With her gone, the office felt even larger and more empty.
Jonathan picked up his own phone and dialed.
The call connected.
“Dad, why did you do this without telling me?”
Sprague Thomas’s voice came through, firm and unrepentant.
“You’re blaming me for acting on my own? You could have gotten divorced at any time, but you waited until Niamh’s career was on fire and everyone’s talking about her. What do you expect me to say?”
