Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 103

Maeve understood immediately.

On the way to the house, she'd checked trending news—nothing about a hijacked cruise ship. No leaked footage. No headlines. Nothing.

Why suppress it? She could think of two reasons.

Either someone wanted to handle the culprit quietly—without law enforcement, without courts, without public scrutiny.

Or the incident tangled too many interests at once, and if it went public, the fallout would spiral out of control.

Either way, Lincoln—the man who'd sparked the whole thing—wasn't going to live long.

And frankly, the world would lose nothing.

When Maeve didn't respond, Jasper pressed on. "Everyone was rescued, sure. But what happens next? No one knows."

"Try not to get dragged into it. Don't get too close to those people."

"Especially the White family. Word is they've got some mysterious heavyweight backing them, and they've grown insanely fast this past year."

"Big trees catch the wind. People retaliate."

"On the surface, it looks like the one who caused all this was Mr. Andres's nephew—Lincoln."

"But if you look deeper… without someone opening doors for him, how does a guy like that get onboard?"

"How did he get in? Where did he hide once he was in? And how did he manage to poison an entire ship without anyone noticing?"

With every question Jasper asked, Maeve's expression cooled.

He was right. That cruise required an invitation. Even she had needed to borrow Naomi's boyfriend just to get the access.

Lincoln was a criminal on the run. Without an insider, he never would've stepped foot on that ship.

Which made the whole thing… interesting.

By the time Jasper left, it was already night.

The massive house was silent—just Maeve inside it.

She'd planned the lab layout in advance. The instruments were all there, arranged the way she liked, each one familiar as an old friend.

Hans obeyed, dialing again and again.

Every time, the same message: the number could not be reached.

"Mr. Andres," Hans reported, exhausted, "I've been calling all night. Miss Vance's phone keeps saying she's out of service."

This was the second time Maeve had saved Hans. He desperately wanted to thank her in person.

Maeve hadn't given him the chance.

The moment they hit the ground, she'd tossed out a single line—*I have something to do*—and walked off without looking back.

In the meantime, Andres had been taken to the hospital.

After reviewing his test results, the doctor looked genuinely shaken.

Based on the injuries Andres had sustained, he shouldn't have been this alert—certainly not this energetic—so soon.

Especially his heart. When he'd sunk into the sea, the lack of oxygen alone should've been brutal. Under that pressure, cardiac damage was practically guaranteed.