His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 744

But every day after work, Jonathan went to the cemetery and stayed for hours. Day after day, rain or shine, he never missed a visit. This had been going on for half a year now, and it was definitely not normal.

Sprague had brought in therapists, but they all concluded that while Jonathan was indeed suffering from a deep-seated psychological issue, it was incredibly difficult to treat. After going through more than ten different psychologists, none had managed to help him.

Jonathan himself didn't think there was anything wrong with him. He just wanted to see his wife every day, to talk with her. That was all.

In the dead of winter, night fell early. As Prescott drove, he noticed it had started to snow—the first snow of the season in Aldenville. He glanced in the rearview mirror at Jonathan, who was sitting in the back seat, his chin resting on his hand as he gazed out the window, his eyes somber and still.

"Mr. Thomas, it's snowing," Prescott said softly. Jonathan's gaze lifted slightly, as if he were just now noticing. "So it is. It's snowing..." The flakes were large and falling fast. Even though Jonathan had been staring out the window, he hadn't registered the heavy snowfall at all.

Prescott couldn't help but sigh. He didn't ask if Jonathan still wanted to go to the cemetery in this weather, nor did he suggest he skip it. He just kept driving quietly until he reached their destination. "Be careful, Mr. Thomas." "I will."

Jonathan got out of the car without an umbrella, an insulated container in his hand. He headed up the steps into the wind and snow. As he neared Niamh's grave, he saw two figures standing before the headstone.

Elmer and Lana saw him too, but neither was surprised. They had heard that Jonathan had been visiting Niamh every day for the past six months, and they had run into him here before.

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