Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 227

Anya chose a quiet little tea shop for the meeting—out of the way, barely any foot traffic, the kind of place where nobody accidentally overheard your sins.

When Maeve arrived exactly on time, Anya, who'd been waiting, let out a cold laugh. "I thought you wouldn't dare show."

Maeve sat down across from her with effortless poise—and took a moment to admire Anya's face like it was an exhibit.

"Old Mrs. Rodriguez is in great shape for her age," Maeve said lightly. "It's been days, and her handprints still look fresh on you."

Anya's eyes turned feral.

"Maeve," she hissed, "don't forget why I called you here. I've got your leverage in my hand."

"If that video goes public, your good days are over."

Maeve took a sip of tea, unbothered. "If you really wanted to release it, you wouldn't be sitting here begging me to drink tea with you."

Anya hated that expression—like Maeve could watch the sky fall and never worry it might land on her.

"Maeve," Anya pressed, "are you not afraid I'll expose you?"

Maeve inhaled the steam from her cup, slow and unhurried. The words she spoke next nearly made Anya choke.

"Of course I'm afraid. If I wasn't, why would I come? To stare at your face for fun?"

Anya's hand tightened around her cup. She wanted to throw the tea in Maeve's face.

This woman was unbearable.

And not once did Maeve look truly scared.

"You and Mr. Andres…" Anya started, still trying to pry the truth out of her. What was Maeve to Andres, really?

Maeve cut her off instantly. "Everyone's busy. Get to the point. What do you want to extort from me?"

Maeve made it so blunt that Anya couldn't justify dragging it out.

"Fine," Anya said. "Since you like things clean and direct, I'll stop wasting time."

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