Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1179

Naomi pulled Maeve into another warm embrace.

"The babies will be here soon. Let go of the past, we have a long future ahead of us."

Looking at Naomi's visibly fuller cheeks, Maeve's sorrow began to ebb.

"Enough about me. How are things with you and my brother?"

If it hadn't been for Charlie's funeral, that overbearing, unreasonable brother of hers would have kept Naomi locked away indefinitely.

Maeve used to think Andres was intense when it came to romance, but compared to Titus Reed, Andres was an amateur.

At the mention of Titus, Naomi's eyes instantly lit up.

"Maeve, I actually just found out... Titus and I crossed paths a long time ago."

Maeve's curiosity was piqued.

"You knew my brother before all this?"

Naomi nodded, then shook her head.

"More accurately, he knew me, but I didn't know him. You know I used to work as a police sketch artist, right?"

"About three years ago, Titus was framed for a murder. As the prime suspect, he was a hair's breadth away from going to prison."

"The composite sketch I provided the police turned the entire case around and cleared his name."

"After that, he used all his connections to track me down. He was just about to find me when you and Charlie had your accident."

"To help you clean up the mess, he left the country for a year."

"When he finally came back, he ran straight into me after I'd been drugged by those bastards, and..."

Naomi held her hands up with a soft smile. "You know the rest."

Maeve clicked her tongue in sheer amazement.

"So your destiny was written a long time ago. But wait—why did my brother never tell me he was framed for murder?"

Naomi chuckled softly.

At first, Naomi had been fiercely resistant to the unexpected pregnancy. There was a time she desperately wanted to terminate it, even if it meant she could never conceive again.

But whether it was a mother's natural instinct or Titus's relentless, obsessive care, something inside her shifted.

Over time, she not only grew attached to the unborn child, but the baby's father had quietly carved a permanent place in her heart.

After the funeral concluded, Titus walked with his hand resting protectively on Naomi's waist as they headed to the parking lot.

A familiar voice called out from behind them.

"Naomi!"

Even without turning around, Naomi recognized Declan Fulton's voice instantly.

She paused. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Declan standing a few feet away.

He had attended Charlie's funeral but hadn't found a moment to approach her until now.

Compared to his former self, Declan looked haggard and hollowed out, the bright confidence he once carried completely extinguished.