Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1173

Faye's blood ran cold the longer she listened.

They said it took ten years of good karma to share a boat ride, and a hundred to share a pillow.

She and Thatcher had been married for three decades, yet the moment disaster struck, he was ready to throw her to the wolves without a second thought.

Looking back on her entire life, Faye found the situation absurdly tragic.

The bright afternoon sky suddenly darkened.

A torrential downpour was moments away.

The violent, oppressive weather perfectly mirrored the chaos tearing through Faye's mind.

She slumped onto the edge of the bed, utterly drained, and shot Thatcher a bitter sneer.

"Fine. You want a divorce? I won't fight it. But on one condition: I want half of the Grover family's assets."

Her own family's collapse was a done deal, but the Grovers were still desperately holding the line.

They were an ancient, deeply rooted dynasty with investments spanning dozens of industries.

If Andres White and his pack of wolves thought they could bankrupt the Grovers overnight, they were painfully naive.

So, before signing any papers, Faye needed to secure her capital.

As long as she had wealth in her hands, she was confident she could rebuild her empire.

Thatcher's smile looked incredibly forced.

"Go ahead. Audit the accounts to your heart's content. Whatever you can find, I'll split fifty-fifty."

Faye's pupils dilated. "Did you secretly transfer the assets behind my back?"

No wonder Thatcher had been acting like a ghost lately, always claiming he was 'busy at the office' whenever she asked.

She had been a fool to let her guard down.

"After a lifetime together, you're really playing these dirty little tricks on me?"

Thatcher looked entirely unbothered. "You're going to need proof if you want to make accusations."

Before the argument could escalate into a screaming match, urgent footsteps echoed from the hallway.

The Grovers were ruthless. After he and his men were brutalized, the family just tossed them a meager severance package and kicked them to the curb.

Surviving in Aethelburg on that pathetic sum was impossible, so Gideon had circled back to Nancy, hoping to squeeze some real money out of her.

Knowing Nancy as well as he did, Gideon knew the one thing that would trigger her obsession: her burning hatred for Maeve Vance.

Gideon had been in the underworld a long time and still had deep connections.

Just recently, he caught wind of a wild rumor—the seemingly invincible Maeve was terrified of thunderstorms.

Apparently, Maeve was a literal lightning rod. Hiding indoors didn't even work; she needed her husband, Andres, by her side to absorb the danger.

Gideon sold this intel to Nancy for a cool million dollars.

Nancy, who was sharp when it came to cruelty, instantly remembered the night of the charity gala. Andres had crashed the event uninvited.

His and Maeve's behavior had been incredibly bizarre. By the time they reached the doors, Andres had scooped her up into his arms, looking frantic.

That night had also been a massive thunderstorm.

Putting the pieces together, Nancy realized Maeve's fatal weakness was rain and lightning.