Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 123

Maeve stared at him. “I wasn’t planning on going back at all.”

“No problem,” Andres said smoothly. “Wherever you go, I go. Married couple—same team.”

So now he was clinging.

There was no universe in which Maeve was taking Andres to her lab. She motioned toward the lot. “My car’s over there. Come on.”

Andres didn’t move an inch. “I can’t walk without someone helping me.”

Maeve’s eyes narrowed. “Then why did you come out?”

“My wife didn’t come home all night,” he said, unbothered. “I was worried.”

He didn’t seem to notice how easily the word wife came out, or the quiet satisfaction it left behind.

Maeve reminded him, “You keep forgetting we’re supposed to be married in secret.”

Andres glanced around. “There’s no one here. I’m not afraid. Why are you?”

Not wanting to waste more breath, Maeve stepped in and helped him toward her parking spot.

It was Andres’s first time in her car—an older but roomy SUV. The exterior looked worn, but the inside was functional and surprisingly well kept.

Once she started the engine, Andres asked, “Have you thought about getting something new?”

Maeve looked genuinely puzzled. “Why would I? It runs fine.”

“Because it’s old,” he said bluntly. “It looks old. And it’s not like you’re short on money.”

With the two hundred million in her account, most people would’ve upgraded yesterday.

Maeve’s mouth twisted. “If I buy a new car like you want, it becomes marital property. If we ever divorce, you’d be legally entitled to half.”

Andres stared at her, genuinely thrown. “If we ever divorce, I’m not taking a dime from you.”

Maeve beamed. “Good. Then I’m relieved.”

Andres fell silent, jaw tight. Her talent for aggravating him was clearly far more advanced than he’d estimated.

After a long pause, Andres asked, “Back underwater… did you give me a pill?”

He still couldn’t forget the doctor’s stunned expression.

The doctor had said that after that kind of trauma, a normal person would either die on the spot—or survive only to slip into a coma and never truly wake up again.

Yet Andres had come out of it untouched. Scan after scan showed no damage to his heart at all.

He hadn’t said anything in front of the medical staff, but he’d been suspicious ever since. What kind of drug could do something like that?

Maeve nodded distractedly. “Yeah. I gave you something to protect your heart.”

“What’s it called?”

Maeve turned the wheel, taking a corner. “Haven’t named it yet. Want to help me come up with one?”

Andres stared at her. “What do you mean you haven’t named it? Don’t tell me that pill isn’t even on the market.”