Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1

Maeve Vance lay on an exam table crowded with monitors and tubing, the cold bite of metal against her back. Somewhere near her head, a man and a woman were talking—close enough that their voices slid right into her ear.

The man chuckled. "The Morales family's ‘oldest daughter' really drew the short straw. Comes in from the sticks looking for her ‘real family,' and her dear old dad's already lining her up to have a kidney taken out. Shame. Pretty face, too."

"Lower your voice," the woman warned. "She doesn't even know they're taking a kidney."

"So what?" he scoffed. "We gave her enough anesthetic to keep her out until the whole thing's done. The match results come back yet?"

"They did," she said. "Close enough for transplant. Mr. Morales is getting worse—we can't stall. Surgery's set for seven tonight."

The man lifted Maeve's T-shirt, his fingertips drifting over the curve of her waist like he had all the time in the world.

"Putting a scalpel to skin this smooth… almost feels criminal."

When he started to lean in for more, Maeve's eyes snapped open.

The air changed—sharp, lethal.

The woman went white. "She's awake! Quick, start an IV push!"

The man snatched up the syringe and lunged forward.

Maeve's hand flashed.

A slap cracked through the room. The syringe flew, clattering across the floor.

"You think you get to touch me," Maeve said, voice like ice, "with hands that filthy?"

He didn't even have time to breathe before she was off the table. She stepped in hard, lifted a long leg, and drove her heel straight into his chest.

He went airborne like a rag doll and hit the wall with a wet sound, blood bursting from his mouth.

The woman bolted for the door.

She hadn't even wrapped her fingers around the handle when her whole body seized—numbness blooming instantly from the back of her neck. Something thin and vicious had pricked her skin.

She turned, eyes wide.

Maeve stood there lazily twirling a sleek, unusual pen between her fingers.

The needle had come from inside it.

"Y—"

That was all she managed before her knees buckled and she dropped, unconscious, to the floor.

The man trembled where he lay, panic shining in his eyes. "D-don't come closer. We were paid. We were just doing what we were told."

Maeve smiled without warmth. "Cutting people open and stealing organs without consent? Doctor, your career's over."

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