Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 896

For his birthday, he wanted to host a gathering with his close friends and officially bring her as his plus-one. The venue was the buffet area on the seventeenth floor of The Grand Horizon Hotel. With all his friends in attendance, it would be his way of subtly declaring their relationship to his inner circle.

Suddenly, the phone Andres had left by his pillow lit up. It was ten o'clock at night. Who would be messaging him at this hour?

Maeve glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number, but the preview text was completely visible: *I want to spend Christmas and celebrate your birthday with you this year.*

She didn't need to guess. It was Nancy Grover again.

This was a golden opportunity to track her down, and Maeve wasn't about to let it slip by. She casually typed a reply: *Let's meet tomorrow. You pick the place.*

After a grueling one-minute wait, the response came through: *You're Maeve!*

It seemed Nancy was significantly sharper than her doomed body double.

Maeve replied: *Am I not the man you love most in the world?*

Nancy: *You could never replicate Andres's aura.*

Maeve: *At least you're self-aware enough to know the man you love so deeply despises the sight of you.*

Nancy: *He will be mine eventually.*

Maeve: *You'd stoop to being a homewrecker?*

Nancy: *I will only be his lawful wife.*

Maeve: *Ha! Did you enjoy the gift I sent you?*

Nancy: *Thanks to you, the memory is burned into my mind.*

Andres couldn't care less about the destroyed phone, but he was bewildered by the timing of the messages. "Nancy again?"

Maeve's anger was far from extinguished. "Aside from Nancy, how many other women are you stringing along out there?"

"I'm not stringing anyone along!" Andres protested, feeling entirely wronged.

Deep down, Maeve knew Andres was innocent. But the agonizing reminder that the woman pining for him was operating with Charlie's heart twisted her grief into irrational anger. The hatred bled over, and for a fleeting moment, she resented Andres just by association. She grabbed his pillow and hurled it at him.

"I'm suddenly in a terrible mood. Go sleep in the study tonight."

Andres caught the flying pillow, looking utterly helpless. "I'll change my number tomorrow."

Maeve scoffed coldly. "How can you guarantee she won't just track down your new one? Besides, changing your number makes you look guilty. If you've done nothing wrong, why should you upend your life for someone entirely irrelevant? I assumed that meeting her behind my back would resolve this once and for all. Instead, you've thoroughly disappointed me. She texts you constantly and now wants to crash your birthday? The Grover woman really has no shame, openly trying to steal my man. And you're completely useless—you can't even handle one woman. If you had been absolutely ruthless from the start, I refuse to believe she'd still be clinging to you like a parasite."