Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1058

Declan wasn't here to visit his sick fiancée.

Someone had tipped him off that Maeve was at this hospital.

Ever since he and Nancy officially announced their engagement, Maeve had blocked his number.

Desperate for news about Naomi, Declan—who had been binge-drinking at home for two days straight—didn't even bother to wash his face before rushing to the hospital to intercept her.

Only to overhear such a soul-crushing statement.

He and Naomi had no Marital Fate?

No. He refused to accept that.

Maeve knew she shouldn't despise Declan. His situation was undeniably tragic.

But thinking about Naomi being forced to flee, she felt zero sympathy for him.

"A man who can't even control his own marriage would only make Naomi suffer."

"Since you've already announced your wedding to that Grover bitch, let Naomi go. And let yourself go, too."

Declan blocked her path.

"I just need you to answer one question. Are Naomi and I truly destined to be apart?"

"According to your fortune, yes," Maeve replied flatly.

"During the gathering on the third day of the New Year, you hinted at this."

Declan was a chronic overthinker and highly sensitive. He could connect the dots with the slightest hint.

Maeve neither confirmed nor denied it.

"My personal motto is that My fate is my own."

"If you just accept whatever fate hands you, how are you any different from a puppet?"

That was exactly why she could see the destinies of those around her but rarely intervened.

Destiny was always meant to be held in one's own hands.

If Declan insisted on carrying his dead brother's burden and letting his family enslave him, no amount of advice would save him.

Furthermore, Maeve had no desire to blindly interfere with someone else's karma.

If Declan had been willing to fight destiny for Naomi's sake, she might have offered him a helping hand.

"Everyone with the last name Grover, and anyone tied to them, is on my hit list."

"As for our little friend group, you're officially kicked out."

"Get your assets notarized early, so when the Grover family collapses, you don't get dragged down with them."

"That's all I have to say. Good luck."

This time, Maeve strode away without ever looking back.

Declan stood in desolate silence, not looking away until her figure completely vanished.

His life could have been brilliant, but Nancy's sudden interference had dragged him into his darkest hour.

The sharp clack of high heels approached him.

He turned to see Claudia Beaumont, the wife of the eldest Grover son, whom he had dealt with a few times before.

Both of them—one a Grover daughter-in-law, the other soon to be a Grover son-in-law—carried the suffocating weight of their families' demands.

Claudia flashed him a cynical smile.

"Mr. Fulton, welcome to the pit the Grover family dug for you."