Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 520

Whatever trauma she was carrying, it had become a literal demon inside her.

Her feral, unhinged state last night was the ultimate proof of that.

As much as Andres burned to know every detail of her past, her mental and physical well-being took absolute priority.

After sleeping for twelve straight hours, Maeve's stomach finally gave a quiet rumble.

"Yeah, ask Ella to bring up some food."

Andres pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Rest for a minute. I'll be right back."

The second he stepped out of the room, Maeve's phone buzzed on the nightstand.

It was Jasper Jett.

As soon as she answered, Jasper's voice practically exploded through the speaker.

"Naomi told me everything. About Charlie. How could you keep something that massive to yourself? Why did you suffer through that alone?"

"Maeve, do you even see us as friends anymore?"

Before she could get a word in, Jasper angrily vented his frustration.

"Charlie wasn't just your friend. He was ours, too."

"When we first heard he died, we all assumed it was sickness or an accident."

When Jasper and Naomi initially received the news of Charlie's death, they had been shocked, but it wasn't entirely unexpected.

Charlie was the youngest son of Brandon Bright, the president of Spark Industries, though he took his mother's maiden name.

Nobody knew what the Bright family had done to curse their bloodline, but both Benjamin and Charlie had been born chronically ill.

Benjamin had severe congenital heart defects and spent half his childhood in emergency rooms.

Charlie's condition was even worse. He was plagued by endless health complications.

By the time he was a toddler, top specialists had practically guaranteed he wouldn't live to see his fifth birthday.

Then Griffin appeared, and everything changed.

He promised the Bright family that if they allowed Charlie to become his disciple, he could guarantee the boy at least twenty more years of life.

What infuriated Jasper even more was that Maeve had kept her mouth shut about something so gruesome, completely ghosting them for a year.

Listening to Jasper's frantic rant, Maeve replied with chilling detachment.

"I was being hunted by seventeen different factions at the time."

"If I had contacted any of you, I would have dragged you down into hell with me."

"It was a personal blood feud between me and those bastards. There was no need to involve innocent people."

Over the line, Jasper fought to keep his voice steady.

"Maeve, I just have one question. Back then... there was a viral video."

"A dark alley. Pouring rain. Someone in a hoodie with a combat knife, slaughtering a dozen men single-handedly. Was that you?"

Even though the video had been swiftly wiped from the internet, the brutal imagery was permanently burned into Jasper's memory.

Maeve didn't confirm or deny it. She just gave a hollow response.

"It's in the past."