Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 50

Sarah leaned in, voice slick with poison. "You're honestly too soft. If you've got Mr. Andres backing you, why not use him to get rid of Maeve for good?"

"You're really going to let her swagger around in your face like that? Doesn't it make your skin crawl?"

Anya's expression darkened.

"What am I supposed to do?" she snapped. "You didn't see who Maeve has at her side."

Quinn came from one of Aethelburg's most powerful old-line families. He was young, but he already had a name, and even Andres and Michael gave him a measure of respect. Anya wasn't stupid enough to pick that fight.

Sarah curled her lip. "Pretty girls always have it easy. They can pull any man they want."

"Watch yourself, Anya. A man like Mr. Andres, don't let Maeve steal him right out from under you."

Anya tightened her grip on the dart in her hand, Sarah's warning burrowing under her skin.

Sarah kept whispering, relentless.

"Think about it. With Andres's personality and methods, do you really believe he'd tolerate Maeve acting up in front of him?"

"Men all share one flaw," Sarah said. "Put a beautiful woman in front of them, and they'll break their own rules."

"What if Andres didn't let Maeve off because he respects the Morales family?"

"What if he did it because he couldn't stand the thought of a woman like that suffering in a holding cell?"

Something clicked in Anya's mind.

Of course.

If Andres had been doing Luka a favor, he would've said so, back when Luka was practically begging.

So what, exactly, had happened between Andres and Maeve since then?

Anya's gaze drifted across the room, unsettled.

She didn't hear what Quinn said, but she saw Andres and Maeve look at each other—one glance, perfectly timed.

The kind of silent understanding you only saw in couples who'd shared a bed for years.

Whether it was prediction or pure instinct, the pen snapped the dart out of its path with a clean, impossible deflection.

What happened next looked like a magic trick performed in real life.

The dart flew back the way it came, skimmed Anya's cheek, and buried itself dead-center in the bullseye.

The room went strangely silent.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, nobody would've believed it.

Michael finally found his voice. "Can someone tell me what the hell just happened?"

Sarah shrieked, "Anya, your face!"

A thin line of blood marked Anya's left cheek. A small lock of hair had been sliced loose, leaving her looking shaken and humiliated.

She glared at Maeve. "You did that on purpose!"

Maeve kept spinning her pen. "Sorry, what was that? I didn't catch it."