Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 111

In Aethelburg, stories about Andres were endless. Every rumor, every whispered legend, always boiled down to the same conclusion: "He's dangerous."

Maeve stared at Naomi. "What if I already invited trouble?"

Naomi took a sip of iced tea. "What do you mean, you already—"

Maeve cleared her throat, suddenly fascinated by the table. "He's my husband. Legally."

A tapioca pearl lodged itself in Naomi's throat so hard she nearly choked to death.

Maeve lunged forward, patting her back, saving her from being taken out by iced tea of all things.

When Naomi finally caught her breath, she shoved the cup away and rounded on Maeve like a prosecutor.

"Is my hearing broken? What did you just say? Andres is your legal husband? You got married? When? Maeve Vance, so this is why you disappeared for a year? Don't tell me you two had a kid while you were gone. Boy or girl? How many? What are their names? Wait, if it's legal, why wasn't there a wedding? Don't tell me this is some secret marriage."

Her voice shot up. "I get it. One of you forced the other. Was it you, or was it him?"

She paused, studied Maeve for a beat, then shook her head. "No. Nobody talks you into anything you don’t want. So that means you forced him?"

Naomi's gaze turned pointed, almost clinical. "What exactly did you see in him? The face? The money? Or does he have some very specific... preferences that you can't quit?"

Maeve pressed a hand to her forehead. "Naomi, with your imagination, you should've gone into theater. Not criminal profiling."

Under Naomi's murderous stare, Maeve finally surrendered and explained why she married Andres, and why they were living together.

Naomi listened, clicking her tongue in disbelief. "What was Mr. Griffin thinking? Doesn't he know the person you actually like is Charlie—"

The second the name slipped out, Naomi froze and slapped a hand over her mouth.

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