Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 838

"Does outsmarting Murray suddenly make you view me as some manipulative villain?"

"From the second we crossed paths, I have never once pretended to be a brainless, innocent damsel."

"If you're hunting for a sweet, obedient little bunny, I suggest you walk out that door and find a new target."

"My life's ambition is not simply playing house with a man."

"And let me tell you something that's really going to shatter your illusions—every single person in my orbit serves a distinct purpose."

"That includes Murray, that includes Hans, and it absolutely includes you."

"Without you standing between me and the sky, who exactly is going to absorb the Heavenly Tribulation for me?"

"Did you honestly believe just any random guy had the qualifications to be my husband?"

Andres was shaking, pushed to the absolute brink of a catastrophic explosion.

"Fine. You claim everyone is nothing but a disposable tool to you."

"Then tell me, is Naomi Lowell a pawn? Is Jasper Jett? What about Quinn Hayes?"

"Are you seriously telling me that these loyal friends, people who would gladly die for you, are just numbers on a chessboard?"

He could still vividly hear Quinn's voice echoing through The Imperial, swearing he would throw his life away for Maeve's sake.

Before Maeve could launch a counterattack, Andres dropped a devastating bomb.

"And the guy in the photograph. Is he just another pawn you exploit?"

Unblinking, Maeve reached into her bag and retrieved the photograph Andres had returned to her.

Tapping the image of the man carrying her on his back, she asked, "You mean him?"

Beneath the brilliant glow of the bedroom lights, the radiant, joyful smiles of the two people in the picture seemed even more agonizingly vibrant.

Even knowing the answer might permanently shatter his heart, Andres forced himself to stare at the photograph like a glutton for punishment.

The man in the picture was beaming.

His smile radiated absolute confidence and pure, unfiltered bliss.

It was painfully obvious that when the shutter clicked, his soul was perfectly entwined with Maeve's.

"Who exactly is he?" Andres demanded.

Maeve closed the distance between them, step by deliberate step.

"When the time came, his job was to bleed out and die for me."

As the final venomous words left her lips, tears suddenly spilled down Maeve's cheeks.

Charlie's brutal murder was the one agonizing hurdle she could never mentally survive.

Every time her mind replayed the gruesome footage of his mutilation, she was consumed by a feral urge to butcher his killers.

In all the time they had known each other, this was the very first time Andres had ever seen Maeve cry.

So, the invincible Maeve Vance was capable of shedding tears.

The devastating reality was that she wasn't crying for herself—she was breaking down over another man.

Andres raised his arms, instinctively wanting to pull her into a desperate embrace, but Maeve shoved him away with chilling force.

"I have things to take care of. I'm leaving."

As Andres moved to chase her, Maeve pinned him in place with a vicious, predatory glare.

"If you don't want us to become sworn enemies tonight, stay exactly where you are. Do not wait up for me."

The only reply he received was the violent, earth-shaking slam of the front door.