His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 746

The lights in the entire opera hall suddenly dimmed. On stage, a woman walked into a single spotlight, looking like a luminous fairy. She had a cascade of dark, curly hair crowned with a wreath of colorful flowers and was dressed in a flowing, traditional Whispering Island-style white dress. She looked ethereal and dreamlike, a goddess descended to the mortal world, both graceful and full of life.

Jonathan shot up from his seat. Beside him, Loren stared in surprise, not expecting such a strong reaction. "See, Mr. Jason? I told you Miss Kali was captivating."

Jonathan didn't hear a single word Loren said. All he could hear was the frantic pounding of his own heart. Thump... thump... like a war drum. He rubbed his eyes again and again, terrified he was hallucinating. He was seeing Niamh.

The woman now seating herself at the black grand piano had the exact same face as Niamh. But... Niamh was dead. That was a fact known to everyone. A storm raged inside Jonathan, but he didn't dare let himself hope. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and he wasn't sure he could survive another blow like that.

He forced himself to calm down and slowly sat back in his seat, his hands clenched into tight fists. Maybe... they just look alike, he told himself. But could two people in this world really look so identical? Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. The woman on stage didn't just resemble Niamh; she looked as if she were cast from the very same mold.

Doubt, tension, and excitement churned within him. Finally, the woman on stage began to play. Her long, slender fingers danced across the black and white keys, and heart-stirring notes and melodies filled the air.

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