Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 706

She debated her options. Should she storm over there and cause a scene?

Or should she play the role of the docile, oblivious little woman, pretending she saw nothing and letting it slide?

Then, Maeve let out a dry laugh.

Just last night, he had clung to her, swearing up and down that he would love her for the rest of his life.

The very next day, he was starring in a romantic soap opera with his beloved ex.

This was exactly why romance was never worth taking seriously.

Maeve saved the image and forwarded it straight to Andres.

She tacked on a brief message.

"I told you to wipe your mouth clean when you play Jungler. Clearly, you didn't take my warning seriously. You're getting a bit too bold."

After hitting send, Maeve tossed her phone aside and prepared to resume her battle with the encryption.

She lifted Lucifer off the keyboard. It was unclear which keys the snake had accidentally pressed, but a prompt suddenly flashed on the screen.

"Decryption Successful"

Maeve paused.

What the hell?

She took a nap, and this supposedly impenetrable encryption just solved itself?

Lucifer blinked his round eyes at her from the desk.

Maeve stared back at the snake, deep in thought.

Woman and serpent locked eyes for a long moment before Maeve finally asked, testing the waters.

"Did you crack the password for me while I was asleep?"

A heavy silence was her only answer.

She had to be losing her mind to expect a snake to answer such a ridiculous question.

The drama of Andres cheating instantly vanished from her mind in the face of the unlocked chip.

Maeve eagerly opened the folder. It was packed with encrypted video files.

Every video documented the before-and-after results of patients injected with various experimental drugs at Lab C.

It certainly lived up to its elite security rating.

The man gasping for his last breath in the video was Charlie Wilson.

This was the first time she had seen him alive since she had been drugged and abducted all those years ago.

When she finally located him a year ago, he had already been dismembered and killed.

Her heart hammered violently against her ribs.

Maeve wanted nothing more than to reach through the monitor, pull the shattered man into her arms, and protect him.

Fat tears spilled uncontrollably down her cheeks.

She wanted to scream, to roar, but the sound lodged in her throat. Not a single syllable made it out.

The sharp sound of high heels echoed through the video's audio track.

Then came a woman's light, airy chuckle.

The laugh was brief and breezy, laced with a sickening undercurrent of excitement and anticipation.

The camera angle remained fixed, pointing directly at Charlie's ruined face.

A male voice, distorted by a modulator, spoke up: "Miss, his heart is perfectly healthy. It's viable for harvest."