Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 54

The moment Maeve warned her, Anya shoved the next mystery box toward her like she couldn't wait. "Your turn."

If she had to lose face, Maeve was going down with her.

Maeve didn't hesitate. She picked a box at random.

Inside was a pearl necklace—good luster, decent quality.

And, of course, another slip of paper.

Maeve reached for it, but Quinn snatched it first and read it aloud for the whole room.

"‘Take a grape. No hands, no tools. Work with the third person to your right—use only your mouths to peel the skin, then eat it.'"

The room went quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that buzzed.

The third person to Maeve's right was Andres.

Maeve didn't need proof. This had Quinn written all over it. Something this perverse didn't happen by accident.

They were both practitioners—little sleights like this were child's play.

Michael threw his head back and laughed. "This game just keeps getting better."

Sarah's eyes lit up. She was sure Maeve wouldn't dare cross a line with Andres.

She tilted her chin, openly provoking. "What, Miss Vance? Can't play?"

Maeve stopped spinning her pen. "If the third person to my right is willing, I don't care."

Andres held her gaze, eyes bright and intent. "If you've got the nerve, so do I."

Quinn plucked a grape and handed it to Maeve. "Then start."

Maeve walked straight up to Andres.

Under everyone's stunned stares, she lifted the grape to their mouths.

It looked exactly like they were about to kiss.

Anya's eyes went bloodshot with jealousy. She looked like she wanted to tear Maeve apart.

"Why wasn't I the one holding that grape?" she thought.

To keep it from falling and failing the challenge, the two players had to press close—lips nearly sealed together, intimate to the point of scandal.

Andres hadn't expected Maeve to be this fearless.

Even if their marriage was hollow, he couldn't stand the idea of anyone else claiming what he considered his.

The kiss was equal parts punishment and possession.

In the pitch-black room, with no eyes on him, he let his resentment burn off—and the rush of it tasted like pleasure.

Maeve never surrendered control.

The moment he tried to conquer, she struck back.

They fought for dominance in silence, bodies pressed together, kissing like neither of them could afford to lose.

In the dark, no one knew.

When it turned fierce, Maeve bit down—hard—on his lower lip.

Andres hissed and jerked back on instinct.

At that exact moment, the lights snapped on.

And there they were—Andres and Maeve tangled together in what looked like a full, shameless embrace.

Michael stared, then found his voice. "Andres, don't tell me you two were just holding that pose the whole blackout?"