Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 93

As Andres passed him, Declan's voice came from behind. "I'm already in the pit. I don't want to watch someone else fall into it."

Andres didn't stop. "Didn't realize Mr. Fulton was a saint."

Declan's voice turned quieter. "If that thing hadn't happened… we might've been friends."

Andres refused to follow the thread. He kept walking.

A few steps later, he caught sight of something—and his stride faltered.

When he looked back, Declan had already crumpled to the deck. A thin line of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He looked awful.

Dragging in one last breath, Declan forced out, "There are men on the ship… We might be surrounded."

Then his body went limp and he blacked out completely.

Andres realized the deck—busy with guests only minutes ago—had turned eerily empty.

Murray and the rest of his close protection detail were gone too.

And the first thought that slammed into Andres's mind wasn't Declan.

It was: Where's Maeve?

"My dear Uncle Andres," a voice called, thick with glee. "You never imagined you'd end up like this, did you?"

A man in his thirties strode toward him with a cluster of bodyguards. He had the swagger of someone who'd never had to apologize for anything in his life. A vicious scar slashed across his right cheek.

He wasn't ugly. He might've been handsome, if not for the mean streak that seemed to live right under his skin.

Andres recognized him immediately.

Lincoln White, his half-brother's son.

By family rank, Lincoln should call him Uncle.

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