Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 143

He had to admit, warding a front door was interesting.

"Who set it up?" Andres asked. "Some kind of expert?"

Maeve shrugged. "No expert. I did it."

Andres stared. "You know how to do Mystic Order stuff?"

Then he added, dryly, "Don't tell me you learned it because you once worked for some powerful guy just to survive."

He'd heard that line from her more times than he could count.

This time, Maeve didn't dodge. "You forgot? My dad's with the Order."

Murray blurted from the driver's seat, "Isn't Luka in the restaurant business?"

Andres caught his eyes in the rearview mirror—one warning look that shut Murray up fast.

Murray looked genuinely baffled. "Mr. Andres, I'm not wrong. He is."

Maeve only smiled and didn't explain. But Andres got it.

The "dad" she meant wasn't Luka. It was the strange man Master Moreno had mentioned—the foster father Maeve spoke of like a legend.

One day, Andres promised himself, he'd meet him properly.

Dinner was at a private members' club Andres frequented, mostly because he respected the chef. Maeve wasn't picky. As long as the food was good, she was content. It was the first time the two of them had eaten out together with no agenda.

Maeve felt… normal about it.

Andres, on the other hand, treated it like their first real date.

There were only two of them at the table, yet he ordered more than a dozen dishes.

"What about Murray?" Maeve asked, eyeing the spread. "Tell him to come eat. This is too much for two people."

Andres smiled. "There were rules, sure. But I wasn't unhappy. My dad's world revolved around my mom. And my mom's world revolved around making sure I was happy."

Maeve hadn't expected him to talk about them so easily. "Your parents were in love?"

He nodded. "In their way. At least… they raised me in a home that felt warm."

Maeve couldn't help asking, "I heard you have six older siblings, and each of them has a different mother. If your dad was that… promiscuous, your mom didn't care?"

Andres lightly scraped her nose with his finger. "From now on, you should call them our dad and our mom."

Maeve was speechless. Wasn't that moving a little fast?

Andres answered anyway. "I don't think my mom minded. From the day she met my dad until the day he died, she lived beautifully—every single day."

"And my dad did everything he could to build her a fairy-tale life. In that marriage, she got the happiest years he could give her."