Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 652

"No friend of Maeve Vance will ever be subjected to this kind of insult!"

Naomi had been quite drunk, but hearing Maeve's powerful words instantly brought a bright clarity to her eyes. This was exactly why Maeve's friends were willing to lay their lives on the line for her. Because when Maeve cared about someone, she gave them her whole heart. That overwhelming sense of security swept away the gloom weighing heavily on Naomi's chest.

She gently nudged Maeve aside and faced Declan. "Whatever we had before, it ends here."

"I know Miss Moreno isn't the first woman you've paraded around behind my back. Maeve is right—from the start, I've just been a secret fling to you."

"I never made a fuss about it before because I didn't see the point, and honestly, I never cared about titles. But now, my best friend refuses to watch me be wronged like this."

"And I can't let her think I'm the kind of woman who would throw away her dignity for a man. So, I've thought it over, and I'm ending this."

For the first time, Declan saw absolute resolve in Naomi's eyes. She had always struck him as an easygoing girl. He admitted that, for the sake of his family's business interests, he would occasionally bring different women to public events. Even when Naomi found out, she never threw a tantrum. She didn't even ask a single question. Because of those past instances, Declan had thought nothing of taking Delilah Moreno to The Skyward Summit.

He hadn't expected this decision to step on Maeve's landmine. He didn't know whether to blame Maeve for meddling or himself for being so careless and never considering Naomi's feelings.

"Naomi, if I tell you I'm serious this time, will you give me another chance?" Declan was a man who planned for the long term and rarely made promises. The fact that he was willing to make one now meant he was truly invested.

He pulled her into a hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll call you once I've sorted out the mess on my end."

Before leaving, Declan offered Maeve a polite, cultured nod. "Thank you, Miss Vance, for giving me a much-needed wake-up call. If you ever need a favor, just say the word."

"Please, continue to enjoy your evening here. The tab is on me. I'll take my leave now."

He had arrived like a storm and left just as smoothly. Watching his retreating figure, Maeve rubbed her chin with a playful smirk. Who said the eldest Fulton son was clueless about love? The man was playing chess. That little retreat-to-advance move? Absolutely brilliant.