Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1150

Seeing the images forced Nancy to relive the horrific trauma all over again.

She furiously ripped the photos to shreds and hurled the pieces at Declan.

"What is the meaning of this?" she screamed.

The shredded pieces fluttered to the floor like snow.

Declan casually picked up a piece that showed a graphic glimpse of Nancy's bare skin.

He let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"Even though our marriage was never built on love, a scandal of this magnitude is a direct slap to the Fulton family's face."

Refusing to show an ounce of guilt, Nancy shot back, "If you had actually fulfilled your duties as a husband, do you think any of this would have happened?"

"Besides, you're hardly a saint! You brought a hooker into our bridal suite on our wedding night. Did you ever show me a shred of respect?"

Declan simply nodded.

"Fine. I accept your logic. Since this marriage is completely dead, let's expedite the divorce proceedings."

"Compared to me, I'm sure Mr. Hart is far more capable of satisfying your marital desires."

Even if he could never have Naomi back, Declan refused to spend another agonizing second tied to Nancy.

Nancy shrieked, "Unless I'm dead, you'll never get rid of me!"

Declan's only response was the loud, final slam of the door as he walked out.

Not long after Declan left, the door clicked open once more.

Nancy was about to scream another string of curses, only to realize the man walking into the room was Landon Hart.

Ever since he had violated her, Nancy had wanted nothing more than to flay him alive.

"Landon, how dare you show your face here?" she hissed.

She was absolutely certain that Landon had taken those photos and deliberately sent them to Declan.

Landon casually locked the hospital door behind him, ensuring no one would interrupt them.

The click of the lock instantly triggered Nancy's darkest memories, sending a violent shudder down her spine.

With the power couple consistently delivering back-to-back innovations, the public couldn't get enough of them.

A prestigious television network had invited them onto an exclusive broadcast to discuss their journey to the top.

On screen, Andres looked devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored suit.

Beside him, Maeve wore a faint, stunningly radiant smile, looking absolutely breathtaking.

They effortlessly handled the host's questions, their chemistry crackling through the camera.

It was glaringly obvious to everyone watching: not only were they both titans in their respective fields, but their romance was unbreakable.

Every time Andres looked at Maeve, his eyes brimmed with profound devotion.

And Maeve unapologetically stared back at him with an equally fierce, adoring gaze.

Sitting with their fingers intimately intertwined, they were the ultimate picture of perfection.

In stark contrast to the beautiful, triumphant scene playing out on the television, Nancy was violently pinned to the hospital bed, forced to endure Landon's sick obsession all over again.