Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 507

Donovan shook his head frantically, pure terror swimming in his eyes.

"I don't know! I swear, I don't know anything!"

Maeve's grip tightened menacingly, her dark eyes flashing with lethal intent.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't have rock-solid proof."

"Bayside City's entire medical system went through a massive purge. Multiple private hospitals were forced to shut down."

"Your Apex Group deals heavily in medical equipment, yet you completely escaped the fallout. You expect me to believe you weren't involved? Not a chance."

Maeve tossed a stack of pre-prepared photos right in his face.

"Take a good look. Is this your back in these photos or not?"

Donovan's heart pounded as he stared at the scattered pictures.

The background was the entrance of a prominent private hospital in Bayside City.

It had been a massive facility, until it mysteriously collapsed a year and a half ago.

In the shots, a slightly overweight man holding a briefcase was seen skulking around the perimeter.

Fortunately for him, the camera had only captured the man from behind.

Out of a dozen photos, not a single one showed his face.

Confidence instantly surged back into Donovan's veins.

"You're calling me out over a blurry shot of someone's back? You're jumping to conclusions."

Maeve had no time to waste on a stubborn pig.

She grabbed his wrist and, while staring straight into his horrified eyes, violently snapped his pinky finger backward.

The sickening crunch of breaking bone echoed through the room.

Donovan let out an agonizing, bloodcurdling scream.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Maeve didn't even blink.

"This is your personal suite. You rent it year-round."

"To make sure no one ever interrupts your sick, twisted little hobbies, you had the place fully soundproofed."

Yes, he had played several women to death.

But every time he broke a new toy, he paid top dollar to have the mess scrubbed spotless.

Maeve looked at him as if she were staring at a corpse.

"Donovan, did you really forget your favorite part of the game?"

"When you're torturing your victims in bed, you love recording every second of it on DV tapes."

"All so you can lock yourself in your private home theater and rewatch them whenever you feel lonely."

With every word she spoke, Donovan's expression crumbled further.

He had kept all those videos meticulously hidden on encrypted flash drives.

Watching those women being strung up, whipped, and broken until their final dying breath gave him the ultimate thrill.

But how in God's name did this girl know his most heavily guarded secret?

Maeve dropped the final, crushing blow.

"Tell me, what do you think will happen when I hand your snuff films over to the authorities?"