Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 848

"Mother, Mother, look at this peach! Is it the biggest one in the whole world?"

Following the sweet voice, Maeve looked up to see the impossibly cute little girl holding a massive, perfectly ripe red peach.

The peach was genuinely larger than the toddler's entire face.

It was vibrant, heavy, and shockingly huge.

Just as Maeve opened her mouth to speak, the toddler's hands slipped. The massive peach plummeted directly toward her from the sky.

Maeve felt the crushing impact, her head spinning dizzily as a profound sense of suffocation took over.

Damn it!

She thought she was dealing with an angel, but this kid was a total little demon.

It wasn't until she snapped her eyes open that she realized it was just another bizarre dream.

She frantically touched her forehead, deeply relieved to find it hadn't been cracked open by a giant fruit.

But something felt incredibly wrong.

If it was just a dream, why was the suffocating weight on her chest so agonizingly real?

She looked down and her blood boiled.

She had woken up to find Andres sleeping soundly right next to her.

His heavy, muscular arm was slung directly across her chest. No wonder she felt like she was being crushed to death.

Between the psychotic dream and being pinned down, Maeve was in a foul mood.

She forcefully shoved his arm aside, trying to sit up and catch her breath, but he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her flush against his chest.

"Don't go. Lay with me a little longer."

He had been awake the entire time, just waiting quietly in the dark.

As he spoke, she caught the faint, unmistakable scent of tobacco on his breath.

Maeve was genuinely surprised.

"You smoked?"

His deep voice rumbled softly against her ear.

"I was feeling restless, so I had a few. Does it bother you?"

Maeve turned around in his embrace to look at him.

It was obvious the last two days had been rough on him.

He was usually meticulously groomed, but now a rough layer of stubble shadowed his jawline.

She reached out and brushed her fingers against it; it was prickly against her skin.

"Andres, you look exhausted."

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