Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 18

Maeve asked, "Did anything weird happen before you fell asleep?"

Andres thought hard. "If I had to pick something... in the middle of the night, I felt like I got jolted. Like an electric shock."

Maeve's gaze sharpened. "Same."

They stared at each other.

"So me showing up here," Andres said slowly, "is connected to that shock?"

They sat on the bed in silence, both of them at a loss.

Andres was still in his loungewear. If he wanted to walk out of Maeve's place without looking insane, he needed help—so he borrowed her phone and called Hans.

An hour later, Hans knocked on Maeve's door with a bag of clothes, shoes included.

He stepped inside and found Andres sitting in the living room in pajamas, looking disturbingly like the man of the house.

Hans blinked. "Mr. White... you—"

Yesterday these two were in City Hall trying to get divorced. One night later, they'd apparently slept together?

Andres took the bag and disappeared into the bathroom without answering.

Hans turned his questioning look to Maeve, who was already fully dressed.

Maeve pointed at the bathroom door. "Ask him."

Five minutes later, the three of them left together.

Andres lowered his voice, warning Maeve, "Last night—don't tell anyone."

Maeve pulled on her mask out of habit. "As long as you can keep your mouth shut, I guarantee nobody will ever hear about it."

Hans was completely lost. He had the strong feeling something huge had just happened right under his nose, but he didn't dare ask.

Parked at the curb was Andres's expensive car again.

She stopped spinning the pen and set a small box on his desk. "The gift I owed you. Consider it paid."

Parker's eyes lit up. He flipped the lid open so fast it nearly popped off.

Inside were three black pills, each about the size of a thumbnail. A strong medicinal smell rushed out.

Maeve plucked a large dark cherry from the fruit bowl, wiped it on her sleeve, and popped it into her mouth.

"You never listen to me," she said, chewing. "You've been smoking, drinking, and staying up late again, haven't you?"

"Your blood pressure's a mess. Keep this up and you're headed for a cardiac event. Your liver and kidneys aren't in great shape either. And cut the fried food—your fatty liver is at least moderate by now."

She nodded toward the box. "Those three pills are for emergencies. They'll keep you alive when it matters."

After eating a few more cherries, Maeve pinched her fingers together as if counting something only she could see, muttering, "And for the next week, don't drive yourself. Go straight home after work. Don't stay out late. And this weekend—if you have time—make a donation at a church. Do something that counts as good luck."

Parker forced down his excitement. "These pills... your father told you to bring them, didn't he?"