Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1180

"Do you have a minute to talk?"

Naomi didn't immediately answer.

Instead, it was Titus's reaction that truly touched her.

"I'll pick you up in ten minutes," he said, stepping away to give them space.

As soon as Titus was out of earshot, Declan closed the distance.

"Naomi, I heard you're pregnant. The baby is his?"

Naomi offered a silent nod.

The air between them hung heavy for a few agonizing seconds before Naomi broke the silence. "How are you?"

Declan forced a bitter smile. "Ever since I lost you, every day has been hell. Also... I divorced her recently."

He despised Nancy so deeply he couldn't even bring himself to say her name.

Naomi had already heard the news from Maeve, but it felt like a lifetime ago. It no longer mattered.

"She was never the right fit for you. You'll find someone better down the road."

A short distance away, Titus stood leaning against a pillar, a cigarette clamped between his fingers. He took a long drag and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his eyes locked on them.

Declan followed her gaze, then looked back at Naomi. "Does he treat you well?"

Naomi was quiet for a moment before nodding softly.

"He does. And his parents treat me wonderfully, too."

The very day Maeve returned to Gotham, Titus had taken Naomi straight to his family's estate to introduce her. He made it crystal clear that as soon as the pregnancy was stable, they were getting married.

Titus wasn't a man of poetry or grand romantic gestures.

His love wasn't a fleeting impulse, nor was he with her just because she was Maeve's best friend.

He was with her simply because she was the only woman he wanted.

His way of loving was absolute—he kept her fiercely protected by his side and demanded that everyone in his world respect her authority.

It was exactly the kind of unshakeable devotion Naomi had always craved.

And it was the kind of devotion Declan had never once offered her.

Declan understood exactly what she meant. He knew just how miserably he had failed her.

Rather than jealously blocking them, it was better to let them say their final goodbyes.

Cutting the cord cleanly meant no ghosts in their future.

Naomi teased him, "So, were you jealous?"

Titus scoffed. "Would I be smoking if I wasn't?"

On the outside, he looked like a block of ice, but on the inside, he was drowning in vinegar.

Naomi waved the faint smell of tobacco away from her face, suppressing a smile. "Smoking is bad for you."

Titus grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers through hers as he pulled her toward the car.

"I'll quit."

Seeing this terrifying, ruthless man constantly bend to her every whim was undeniably adorable.

"I'm tired. Let's go home."

A faint, incredibly rare smile touched the corner of Titus's mouth. "Okay."