Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 930

Andres let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"She was probably getting back at me."

"Before this, I mistakenly believed Nancy was the one who cloned Lucifer."

It was mind-blowing that after all these years of misunderstandings, it had been a comedy of errors.

What shocked him even more was that Maeve had never once brought it up.

He didn't know if she just didn't care enough to mention it, or if she fundamentally didn't trust him.

Maybe it was a bit of both.

Naomi was just as stunned to learn that Andres and Nancy's connection stemmed entirely from Lucifer.

The invisible threads tying people together were terrifyingly unpredictable.

"Miss Lowell, do you mind telling me about Charlie?"

Subconsciously, Andres had no desire to know anything about the guy.

But his gut told him that Charlie Wilson was going to remain a permanent fixture in his and Maeve's lives.

Even dead, the man had carved out a permanent place in Maeve's heart.

Since this ghost was going to haunt his world, ignoring it was pointless. He might as well face it head-on.

"Mr. White, are you sure you want to hear about their past?"

Knowing full well that the truth was going to feel like a knife to the chest, Andres nodded grimly.

"I want to know every part of her past."

The afternoon sun spilled over Maeve's sleeping face.

In slumber, she possessed a quiet, ethereal beauty, looking like a fallen angel.

Naomi had left a while ago, but the bombshells she dropped were still ringing in Andres's ears.

He sat silently on the edge of the bed, staring at Maeve, his mind flooded with images of her and Charlie.

It turned out she had met him almost immediately after she was born.

For the first twenty years of her life, Charlie had barely left her side.

When Maeve finally woke up, she found Andres sitting completely still by the bed, staring at her.

His face was heavy, his eyes dark, filled with thousands of unspoken words.

She let out a wholly unladylike yawn and glanced around.

"Where's Naomi?"

"I had Murray drive her home."

Maeve rubbed her aching temples.

"I didn't realize pregnancy came with so many weird symptoms."

One second she was mid-conversation, and the next she was dead to the world.

Her dreams had been a fractured, abstract mess, vanishing into the ether the moment she opened her eyes.

Andres pressed a glass of warm water into her hands.

Right as she took a sip, he dropped a bomb. "I know about Lucifer."