Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 151

Andres White snatched up the phone and growled into it, "Lay a hand on her, and I'll make you regret you were ever born."

He hung up cleanly, then blocked the number for good measure.

Tossing the phone aside, Andres said, "I'll have someone take care of the Moraleses."

Maeve Vance's voice went flat. "Stay out of this."

Andres' jaw tightened. "Give me one reason to sit on my hands."

They weren't just married on paper anymore—they'd crossed that line for real. And when it was his wife on the line, what kind of husband pretended it wasn't his business?

Maeve crooked a finger at him.

Andres leaned in, confused—until Maeve wrapped an arm around him and kissed him on the cheek.

She lowered her voice. "This is my fight with the Moraleses, and I'm not ready for you to step in yet."

The kiss landed perfectly. Andres, thoroughly derailed, forgot what he'd been about to argue.

At the hospital, Luka Morales stared at his phone, the dead call tone buzzing in his ear, unease crawling up his spine.

The man on the line… why did that voice sound vaguely familiar?

Had Maeve found herself another man? Otherwise, why would there be a man's voice beside her at a time like this?

Typical. Born trash. Pretty enough to lure men in, and still so young—already playing mistress.

Isla demanded, impatient and sharp, "So when is that little bastard coming to donate a kidney for Ansel?"

Luka clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached. "She hung up on me."

…

At breakfast, Maeve noticed Remi's face was paper-white, and the way he walked was even worse than the last time he'd been punished.

So last night's beating hadn't been for show. Whoever held the whip hadn't gone easy once.

Maeve lowered her voice and asked Andres, "Even people who get disciplined usually get time to recover, don't they?"

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