Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 76

Once those stones hit the open market, the bidding would go crazy, so high nobody could honestly say where it would stop.

Maeve, meanwhile, stayed steady from start to finish, like the whole thing was no more exciting than picking paint samples.

She twirled the pen between her fingers and smiled up at them with wide-eyed innocence. "When I spin the pen, you guys literally watched it, didn't you?"

"What's with you two? Was my random pick not good enough?"

"I always thought the real money was in deep green jade, but the stones we opened are all these bold colors—red, gold, purple. It doesn't exactly look like the kind of thing people pay a fortune for."

She sighed dramatically. "I'm from the sticks, okay? I've never seen the world. Bad luck, bad taste—sorry for making you spend all that money today!"

Michael and Carson were both speechless.

In their heads, there was only one question.

Was Maeve actually stupid? Or was she playing them like a fiddle?

Maeve had no idea that cracking stones on the top floor of a shopping center had already been reported—by the loose-lipped Michael—to Andres.

Michael relayed everything in obsessive detail: how scary-good Maeve was, how valuable the stones were, how she'd practically turned the whole thing into a magic show.

To celebrate a three-for-three win, the three of them even went to a seafood place and ate like they'd just won the lottery.

They split up around six in the evening.

Maeve waved off their offer to drive her home, tossed the cut stone into her canvas tote like it was a paperback novel, then tore off in her beat-up SUV.

Listening to Michael excitedly recap the day, Andres felt a bitter twist settle in his chest. Even the wine in his glass started to taste bitter.

It was after eleven when Maeve finally wandered back in.

The moment she stepped inside, she saw Andres sitting on the couch with the expression of a judge about to hand down a sentence.

The huge living room was so quiet it felt staged. No music. No TV. Nothing.

Maeve unconsciously softened her footsteps. As she passed him, she still tossed him a casual greeting. "You're up this late?"

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify