Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 101

Andres felt like someone who'd been useful for exactly one moment, and then discarded.

One minute, the girl had been fighting for her life right alongside him. The next—boots on solid ground, danger over—she didn't even look back. She just turned on her heel and walked away like he'd been nothing but a passing inconvenience.

Even Murray, who was usually carved out of ice, couldn't help tracking Maeve with his eyes a second longer than necessary.

After a disaster like that, most people would've been shaking, crying, reaching for anyone who felt safe. Maeve? She looked like she'd just stepped off a delayed flight. Murray found himself grudgingly impressed by her nerve.

"Mr. Andres," he said evenly, "we should get you to a hospital. Now."

Maeve had bolted because there was something she needed to handle personally.

An old building on campus was scheduled for demolition, and her lab inside it had to be cleared out—fast. Today was the agreed moving day.

Jasper Jett had texted her: after pulling every favor he could and leaning on every connection available, the property the Morales family had promised her had finally been transferred into her name.

The second Maeve had a house that was truly hers, she told Jasper to arrange movers.

The good news was the old building was tucked away and rarely used. As one bulky piece of equipment after another was hauled to the truck, no one from the university paid attention.

Maeve had already given the headmaster a heads-up.

When Sterling heard she'd secured a new place for her lab, he sounded genuinely pleased. And then—almost as an afterthought—he told her the medicine she'd given him was terrifyingly effective.

A few days ago, he'd had chest pain so bad he'd nearly ended up in the ER. In a panic, he'd swallowed one of the black pills. That, he claimed, was the only reason he was still breathing.

To celebrate his brush with death, his entire family had decided he needed a vacation—somewhere far away.

On the phone, Sterling bragged that he was currently on a private island, soaking up sun and surf like a man who'd personally outwitted the Grim Reaper.

Maeve couldn't decide whether to laugh or roll her eyes. She told him to be careful, take care of himself, and hung up before his smugness could get any worse.

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