Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 98

Maeve snorted. "Who you choose has nothing to do with me. My life is mine. No one else gets to decide whether I live or die."

Watching her calm face, Andres realized he understood her less and less.

The last thing he remembered before blacking out was the suffocation, the panic of his lungs, the crushing in his chest.

And Maeve, throwing herself at him underwater, saving him with a kiss, forcing something into his mouth that kept him alive.

"Maeve," he said, voice rough, "believe it or not, I never intended to choose between you and Anya."

Andres didn't explain himself to people. He never had.

But now he found himself afraid that she'd misunderstand.

Maeve handed him a piece of fish, charred and steaming from the fire. "Eat. Get your strength back. In your condition, you don't need to waste energy talking."

A grilled fish as a gag order.

She turned away and started spinning that pen again, focus narrowing to whatever she was doing.

Andres frowned. "What are you looking at?"

"Direction."

He leaned in, eyeing the pen under the thin firelight. "That thing has a compass too?"

If he wasn't mistaken, this island was the one the cruise had been circling.

Too bad his phone was gone—lost to the sea—so there was no GPS, no easy coordinates.

Maeve's smile turned smug. "Don't underestimate this pen. It's worth over thirty million."

It clicked into place for him. "So the half-finished prototype is inside the barrel?"

She didn't deny it. "I paid for it. Don't get any ideas."

Andres let out a short laugh. "Cheap."

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