Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 391

At that, Maeve curled her lips into a scornful smile.

"That's what money and power do to people. Moths to a flame—same story."

Andres didn't let a flicker show on his face, but inside, the impact hit hard.

He'd heard whispers about Spark Industries years ago—ugly ones.

And to protect the White family's interests, Andres had landed on Benjamin's hit list a long time ago.

Only the Whites were too deeply rooted. Benjamin hadn't been able to find a clean way to crack him.

So for years, the White family and Spark Industries kept up a polite façade in public—civil, even friendly.

Nevaeh's appearance, though, had been a warning bell.

Spark Industries clearly hadn't given up. Even now, they still believed they could pull him into their orbit.

"Maeve," Andres asked, voice steady, "did you ever have bad blood with Spark Industries?"

His instincts told him she wouldn't be able to lay out Spark's secrets that cleanly unless she'd crossed paths with them before.

Maeve fought back a yawn, her eyelids beginning to feel like lead as sleep tugged at her.

"That's old history. I'll tell you properly when there's time."

Seeing the exhaustion pooling under her eyes, Andres shifted so she could settle against his shoulder.

"Close your eyes. We've got another half hour before we're home."

Maeve didn't wake again until the next morning.

When she opened her eyes, Andres was already gone. He'd left a note on the pillow beside her.

"Maeve, something urgent came up. Call me anytime if you need anything."

She read it once, then tossed it into the trash and yawned, ready to roll over and steal a little more sleep.

It was Saturday. No early classes.

Lucifer slithered over in silence, winding around her wrist like a clingy bracelet and refusing to let go.

She lazed in bed until eight before finally dragging herself up. With Lucifer still wrapped around her wrist, she headed downstairs for breakfast.

Voices drifted through the living room.

Ariana White—installed at Azure Bay under the identity of "Mrs. White"—sat in a wheelchair with a composed expression. Two aides from the old estate stood nearby. Natalia was there too.

It was Maeve's rule.

If Natalia was spending time alone with Ariana, it had to be in the living room—under cameras.

Maeve wanted eyes on Natalia at all times. She wasn't letting that woman pull anything in the shadows.

Natalia smiled brightly. "How's the herbal tea, ma'am? Is it to your taste?"

Ariana took a slow sip, considered it, and nodded with genuine satisfaction.

"A little bitter, then sweet. The aftertaste lingers—it's better than any blend I've had before."

Natalia's smile widened. "I make it the traditional way. It helps circulation, and it's good for your complexion too."