Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 130

The villa’s design was almost funny that way.

From where Andres sat, he could see the third floor clearly.

From where Anya sat, the angle hid it completely.

Anya walked out of Azure Bay having no idea Maeve had been watching her the entire time.

Maeve came down the stairs into the living room and dug an ice-cold bottle of mineral water out of the fridge.

Andres asked, “Why’d you go to bed early last night?”

Maeve took a long drink. When she looked at him, her eyes crinkled with bright, unapologetic amusement.

“I got myself stripped and clean,” she said lightly, “and waited forever for someone who never showed.”

Her look hooked him. Andres’s voice dropped. “Want to go make up for it now?”

He’d come back well after midnight. Not wanting Maeve to catch the smell of blood on him, he’d soaked in the tub for a full hour.

She’d been sleeping so soundly he hadn’t had the heart to wake her.

Maeve shoved him away. “I went to bed hungry, and this morning you wouldn’t even let me eat. You can’t bully people like that.”

Andres laughed at the wounded, sulky little tone. “Fine. I’ll eat with you.”

Over breakfast, Andres asked, “Aren’t you curious why I want the Morales estate?”

Maeve bit into a sandwich. “Tell me.”

He found, more and more, that he wanted to talk to her—wanted to share things he’d never bothered sharing with anyone.

“Father Moreno says it’s… basically a prosperity charm,” Andres said. “Something that could boost the White family’s fortune.”

Maeve chewed thoughtfully. “With the kind of money your family has, you still need a boost?”

Andres poured her a glass of milk. “Even the biggest families don’t stay on top forever.”

“I might not care about wealth,” he added, quieter now, “but I have to think about the next generations. Ten of them, if what he says is true.”

Maeve nodded. “Fair enough. Then I hope your empire grows and you end up with a house full of kids.”

Maeve’s gaze stayed steady. “Compared to your descendants’ ‘destiny,’ does the law really matter?”

To his own surprise, Andres found himself actually thinking it through.

Maeve snorted. “There. That’s the real face of men. For profit, you’ll ignore the law.”

She pushed back from the table, ready to leave, but Andres caught her and pulled her into his arms.

“Let me say this again,” he said, firm and close. “Anya is an employee under contract to the White family. Between you and me, she has never existed.”

Andres wasn’t the kind of man who explained himself.

But since Maeve, he’d broken rule after rule—without hesitation.

Strangely enough, he didn’t resent it.

For a split second, Maeve thought she saw something dangerously like tenderness in his eyes.

Was he… actually serious about her?