Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 149

Andres remembered then—Hans had almost died not long ago, and Maeve had indirectly saved him.

He slowly lowered the phone. He already knew who was pulling strings behind Lincoln. Whether Lincoln lived or died didn't change what Andres needed to do.

Maeve kept eating her peach, focused and calm. Every bite made her lips shine with juice.

The peach was sweet, and her mouth looked even sweeter.

Something in Andres itched—sharp and hungry.

He slapped the half-eaten peach out of her hand, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her.

Her lips were soft, springy, tasting like sugar and ripe fruit. The kind of taste that made you forget your own name.

Maeve hadn't expected him to be this impatient. She struggled a little—more out of surprise than refusal—then melted into the kiss.

They clung to each other, kissing as they went upstairs.

Andres kicked open the third-floor bedroom door and immediately reached for her clothes.

Maeve, breathless, managed, "Shower first?"

After last time—after failing to do what he'd wanted—Andres wasn't about to let the moment slip away. "After."

Maeve laughed. "Fine. Your way."

That night, someone was going to be happy—and someone else was going to suffer.

While Andres and Maeve enjoyed everything marriage had to offer inside the villa, the Morales family was falling apart.

Ansel had been declared critical again. His condition was ugly.

Luka and Isla rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night and found their son in the ICU, a ventilator breathing for him.

Seeing him hollow-cheeked and ghost-pale, Isla broke down on the spot. "Ansel… Ansel…"

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