Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1074

"Before my men dumped him at the station, he confessed. Someone texted him claiming that the two of you weren't blood relatives."

"Luka probably assumed your mother cheated on him back then, so he had the audacity to come make a scene, demanding the house and assets he gave you."

Maeve didn't even have to guess who was pulling the strings from the shadows.

"Let me guess, Nancy's pathetic little tricks again?"

She knew the moment her identity as the Reed heiress went public, Nancy would try to sabotage her.

She just hadn't expected Luka Morales to be the pawn.

Andres wrapped his arms around her from behind, lowering his voice against her ear. "Trust me, it takes a villain to beat a villain. Nancy's future is going to be pure hell."

His words weren't an empty threat.

While he and Maeve were wrapped in marital bliss inside the luxurious presidential suite of The Grand Horizon Hotel, Nancy—who had married on the exact same day—was enduring unimaginable humiliation in her new marital home with Declan Fulton.

The sprawling villa was just one of the many properties under Declan's name.

He had chosen this place as their matrimonial home simply because he refused to let Nancy taint his private sanctuary.

Originally, when he believed he'd marry Naomi, he had purchased a massive, five-thousand-square-foot luxury penthouse in Aethelburg's prime district.

It was surrounded by commercial hubs, elite schools, and top-tier amenities.

He had planned to surprise Naomi with it once the renovations were finished. Now, that dream was pointless.

This current villa was located in the distant suburbs. It was opulent but felt utterly lifeless, staffed only by a few maids to keep it clean.

On her wedding night, enduring the lingering agony of her recent surgery, Nancy waited for her husband's affection. It never came.

Declan had dumped her at the house and vanished. He didn't return until nine o'clock that night, reeking of alcohol.

And he wasn't alone. Clinging to his arm was a voluptuous beauty with cascading curls.

Nancy had imagined a hundred ways Declan might humiliate her, but she never expected him to bring another woman home on their wedding night.

Alice? Some cheap club escort?

Already seething with rage, seeing Declan blatantly parade this trash into their home pushed her over the edge. She grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it at him violently.

"Get the hell out!"

Declan caught the pillow effortlessly and launched it right back at Nancy's face.

A man's strength easily overpowered a woman's.

The pillow was soft, but the impact still made Nancy see stars.

Alice chimed in, putting on a pathetic, bitchy act. "Mr. Fulton, you're way too rough! You're going to make that poor lady cry. Maybe I should just leave."

Without a word, Declan swept Alice off her feet, carrying her straight toward the massive bed.