Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1039

The two glass elevators passed each other seamlessly.

Neither Declan nor Naomi even registered Nancy's presence.

They were completely oblivious to the venomous glare she aimed at them.

Declan and Naomi's elevator chimed at the top-floor restaurant, and they walked arm-in-arm straight to their reserved table.

After the waiter served their food, Naomi brought up the topic on her mind. "Are your parents really flying back soon?"

Declan placed a tender cut of steak onto her plate.

"As soon as they land, I'm making our relationship officially known to the whole family."

"Naomi, I know I've put you in an unfair position lately."

"I promised I was serious about you, yet I kept us a secret from my parents."

"But I'm done hiding. I want to marry you, have a family with you, and spend the rest of my life by your side."

Andres and Maeve's shock marriage announcement had genuinely inspired him.

It wasn't just the fact that his friends had been secretly married for over a year.

It was the absolute, unyielding conviction Andres had shown.

Seize the moment, protect what's yours, and publicly claim the woman you love—that was what a real man was supposed to do.

Naomi had stood by him patiently, and it was past time he gave her the security she deserved.

"Okay. When they get back, I'll prepare some gifts and come over to meet them properly."

She managed to keep her voice perfectly steady, but her heart was hammering with joy.

Meeting the parents meant Declan was fully committing to their future.

Knowing they were finally on the exact same page gave her profound peace of mind.

While Declan and Naomi enjoyed their romantic meal, Landon Hart—who was currently reveling in his perceived victory over Nancy—was about to endure a horrific reality check.

The second he stepped out of the luxury mall, a heavy blunt object slammed into the back of his skull, plunging him into instant darkness.

Nancy Grover, you better pray I don't survive this, because if I do, I will completely destroy you.

As Landon's frantic thrashing weakened into pathetic twitches, Sarah Foster, who had been silently watching the massacre from the shadows, gestured for her hired muscle to back off.

The crew vanished into the darkness immediately.

Before leaving, Sarah stepped forward and delivered one final, savage kick straight to Landon's kidney.

Satisfied by his muffled shriek of agony, she spun around and melted into the night.

Maeve was mildly surprised when Sarah actually reached out to arrange a meeting.

The two women sat by a sunlit window in a high-end cafe, an elegant spread of pastries and tea arranged between them.

"Take a look at this first," Sarah said.

She slid her phone across the table, playing a video of Landon getting completely pulverized in a dark alley with a sack over his head.

His pathetic screams echoed from the speaker, proving exactly how merciless her hired thugs had been.