Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 850

Maeve quickly snapped back to reality.

"You look incredibly warm and domestic when you cook. I just wanted to record the moment."

"It's a shame I hate showing off online, otherwise I'd post it everywhere just so people could admire you."

Those words made Andres feel a profound sense of warmth and satisfaction.

"Maeve, send those photos to me. If you won't show it off, I will."

Maeve scoffed. "What do you possibly have to show off?"

Despite her complaining, she easily forwarded the handsome photos directly to his phone.

And just like that, Andres, a man who had never posted a single update on his private social media feed in his entire life, uploaded a photo of himself cooking in an apron.

He even typed out a caption: 'Making food for the one I love. True happiness.'

Such a blatant, uncharacteristic display of public affection instantly triggered an avalanche of likes and comments.

Michael Perez: 'Did you get possessed by a ghost, Andres? Seeing you cook a meal in this lifetime is wild.'

Corbin Shaw: 'Holy shit, did I just wake up in a parallel universe?'

Leonardo Salazar: 'I can only hope to have the honor of tasting Mr. White's cooking someday.'

Slade Thorne: 'There's a saying, those who flaunt their love die fast.'

Jasper Jett replied to Slade: 'There is no such saying. With your level of intelligence, you need to go back to kindergarten.'

Slade replied to Jasper: 'Screw off.'

Jasper replied to Slade: 'You haven't screwed off yet, so why should I?'

And just like that, Slade and Jasper hijacked Andres's comment section to wage a full-blown war against each other.

As the likes continued to pile up, someone secretly saved the photo of Andres cooking and forwarded it directly to Nancy Grover's phone.

Inside the lavish bedroom of a sprawling villa.

Nancy, dressed in pure white silk pajamas with her long hair cascading down her back, lazily swiped through the forwarded photos.

So, the legendary, cold-blooded Andres White was actually capable of flashing such a tender, domestic smile.

A few seconds later, Nancy abruptly deleted every single photo from her device.

Because of her casual reaction, Andres entirely missed the dark, calculating gleam hiding behind her smile.

Excellent. The fish was finally taking the bait.

Zero Bar was one of Jasper Jett's properties. And rumor had it that Jasper and Maeve were incredibly close friends.

Nancy had deliberately chosen this specific location, heavily influenced by the toxic advice of June and her other socialite friends.

June had insisted that while Andres pretended not to care about her, he secretly had people monitoring her every move.

If something terrible were to happen to her inside Zero Bar, she could effortlessly play the victim and pin the blame entirely on Maeve and her friends.

She was willing to bet everything that Andres would show up tonight.

To prepare for her grand trap, Nancy had dressed herself exquisitely.

Sitting at the bar bathed in dim, sultry lighting, she ordered a cocktail and waited.

Suddenly, a hand gently rested on her shoulder.

"Miss Grover. What a coincidence running into you here."