Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 17

Andres let the smile fade.

"I'm not getting involved in your family drama," he said coolly. "Find the Shadow Healer as soon as possible, and I'll give you what you want."

Anya nodded too quickly. "I'll use every resource I have. I'll help you find him."

By the time a White family servant escorted her out, Anya suddenly remembered something important she hadn't said.

Maeve was still being held in detention, wasn't she?

At midnight, several streaks of purple lightning split the sky over Aethelburg.

The city slept through it, unaware.

Andres and Maeve were in their own homes, in their own beds.

But when the lightning struck, both of them felt it, an electric current skimming through their bodies like a shock down the spine.

That night, everyone slept unusually deep.

At dawn, Andres woke because his arm had gone numb with pain.

Half-asleep, he cracked his eyes open, then went completely still.

Maeve was in his bed.

She was sprawled across his arm, her cheek pressed to his chest. A black silk slip hugged her like midnight, throwing her pale skin into stark, dangerous contrast.

The hem barely reached her hips. Her long legs were exposed in full, careless lines.

This is a dream, Andres told himself. It has to be.

He shut his eyes and forced himself to breathe, waited, then opened them again.

The scene didn't change.

His gaze swept the room, sharp, alert.

This wasn't his bedroom at Azure Bay. Not even close.

His mind raced. Where the hell was he? And why had he woken up with Maeve in the same bed?

Maeve shifted in his arms.

Andres held his breath, waiting.

Maeve woke too, sensing something wrong. Her eyes opened slowly, meeting his.

Back then, finding out he'd been married without his consent, Andres had done the only thing that made sense: he'd tracked down the woman involved.

He'd tossed one of the marriage certificates at her and told her to discuss divorce terms.

He'd known nothing about Maeve then—and hadn't cared to.

He never imagined that a few days later they'd wake up tangled in the same bed.

"I went to sleep at my own house," Andres said carefully. "I opened my eyes, and I was here."

Maeve didn't answer.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and tapped through a few screens. The bedroom security feed appeared.

The timestamp showed she'd gone to bed at 1:00 a.m. Five minutes later, she fell into a deep sleep.

At 1:05, the screen filled with static.

Less than three seconds later, the image snapped back.

And there, on the bed—where Maeve had been alone—Andres had appeared beside her, like he'd been dropped into the frame.

Andres frowned. "A paranormal incident? Some kind of... space-time glitch?"