Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 839

When Maeve had meticulously plotted to strip the ownership of The Quiet Garden from Luka Morales, it hadn't been for the real estate value.

Her sole objective was the property's massive, industrial-grade cold storage facility.

The underground lab connected directly to The Cold Storage, separated only by a massive, reinforced steel vault door.

The facility's internal temperature was permanently locked at a staggering minus thirty-five degrees.

With the press of a remote, the heavy iron door groaned open.

A blast of bone-chilling, arctic air instantly engulfed her.

The room spanned nearly five hundred square feet, yet it was entirely empty—save for a single object resting dead center.

It was a high-tech Crystal Coffin.

Beneath the thick layer of transparent glass, a man was resting peacefully.

Or, more accurately, the corpse of a man.

It was the mutilated, reassembled remains of Charlie Wilson.

After the horrifying tragedy, Maeve had moved heaven and earth to painstakingly stitch his butchered body back together.

Saturated in highly classified, experimental chemical preservatives, his flesh would remain flawlessly intact for decades, provided the sub-zero temperatures never fluctuated.

Inside the icy tomb, Charlie's skin was frighteningly pale, yet his striking, unparalleled handsome features remained exactly as she remembered.

His face had been sadistically pulverized beyond recognition during his torture.

The visage staring back at her now was a miraculous, flawless reconstruction achieved entirely through Maeve's advanced 3D biological modeling.

Aside from the gaping, hollow cavity where his heart used to be, every single inch of his skin had been meticulously restored.

Hovering over the glass, Maeve gently traced the phantom outline of Charlie's face.

When her fingertips drifted down to rest over his missing heart, a dark, victorious smile touched her lips.

"Charlie, just give me a little more time. I'll retrieve your missing piece very soon."

The only response she received was the deafening silence of the frozen tomb.

Letting out a shaky sigh, Maeve accepted the cruel reality—the boy who used to answer her every call would never speak again.

Maeve locked herself in the lab at The Quiet Garden, running manic experiments until dawn.

What she didn't know was that miles away at Azure Bay, Andres had spent the entire night staring blankly through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was finally snowing in Aethelburg.

The entire city was rapidly being buried under a suffocating blanket of white.

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