Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 109

Years ago, Maeve had taught Naomi how to disarm her setups.

Whatever wards and traps guarded the door, they weren't going to stop Naomi.

Naomi grinned. "Good?"

Maeve's stomach practically caved in on itself with hunger.

In a few quick bites, she demolished the entire bag.

Then, shamelessly, she held out her hand again. "More."

Naomi rolled her eyes, then tossed her a larger sack stuffed with snacks.

Maeve dug through it like a raccoon with a treasure chest.

Of course Naomi knew her tastes. Every single thing inside was something Maeve used to love.

With food in her system, Maeve finally had the energy to speak. "When did you get here? Why didn't you say anything?"

Jasper Jett must've sold her out. Again.

Naomi sipped her iced tea, chewing on the tapioca pearls. "I've been here a while. You were sleeping like a dead pig—dark circles and all. I didn't have the heart to wake you."

"While you were out, I looked around. Same old style. Nothing's changed."

"I heard you spent thirty million on a piece of garbage. So? Get the data you wanted?"

Maeve shot her a look. "One year apart and your mouth got even meaner."

Naomi snorted. "You really don't know why? You vanished without a word. Do you have any idea how insane everyone went trying to find you?"

Maeve's expression tightened. "Besides Jasper Jett Quinn… and you… who else knows I'm in Aethelburg?"

"No one. Not yet."

"Good," Maeve said. "Don't spread it. I don't need the wrong people catching wind of me."

Naomi's brows lifted. "An enemy?"

Maeve nodded once, silent.

Naomi's mood sharpened instantly. "Who?"

She could hear a voice, catch a glimpse of someone's silhouette, pick up a few scattered clues—and sketch a face accurate enough to make your skin crawl.

At the orphanage, children had been disappearing with alarming frequency.

Naomi's best friend vanished too—gone without a trace.

On the day it happened, Naomi happened to see the back of a suspicious man.

She used her gift, drew what she believed his face looked like, and took the sketch to the staff, begging them to call the police.

She thought they'd help.

Instead, she woke up the next morning to find herself and several other children being taken to a private clinic for "checkups."

By accident, Naomi uncovered the truth.

The missing children weren't running away.

They were being harvested—organs taken to keep certain wealthy people alive.

Realizing what kind of hell she'd stumbled into, Naomi waited for one careless moment… and ran.