Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 180

She wasn't thinking about Andres at all.

She grabbed her phone, powered it on, and was immediately hit by a flood of messages and missed calls.

The first voice note was from Quinn Hayes.

"Maeve, what the hell is going on over there? Your phone's off, you're not replying—what, are you trying to bully me because I'm out of town and can't show up and check on you in person?"

"I saw what Isla posted. That woman's twisting everything. She needs to be taught a lesson, I—"

Maeve didn't bother listening to the rest.

She replied with one clean line: "I've got it. Don't get involved. Handle your own stuff."

Next was a message from Jasper Jett:

"Maeve, our firm is ready whenever you decide to sue the Morales family."

Maeve sent back two words: "Not yet."

Mateo and Elena had both texted too—asking if she was okay, and telling her they'd gotten her an official leave from classes for the next few days.

It was the first time Andres had been forced to see Maeve's world up close.

Her life was bigger than he'd realized. Messier. More layered.

And he wasn't the center of it.

She didn't even care enough to react to the "Puzzle Sphere" thing.

For a split second, Andres wondered if he'd been embarrassing himself—catching feelings in front of a woman who wasn't even looking his way.

Maeve finished replying and shut her phone off again.

When she noticed Andres watching her silently, she felt an urge to tease him. "So… while I was gone, did you sleep great by yourself?"

This room was Andres's private space. Having someone invade it, even for "necessary reasons," would irritate anyone.

Andres answered without hesitation. "No."

"Without you, I don't sleep well."

Habits were terrifying like that.

Somewhere along the way, he'd gotten used to waking up with Maeve tucked into his arms—soft, warm, real.

Maeve explained, "Naomi knows about us. Don't worry. She can be trusted."

Andres realized she'd misunderstood. "I'm not blaming you."

If anything… it made something warm bloom in his chest.

Maeve had admitted their relationship to her closest friend.

That small acknowledgment felt like being chosen.

It made Andres unexpectedly fond of Naomi.

His wife's best friend deserved to be treated well.

He told the staff to let Naomi in. And because Maeve still looked like she might topple over if she sat up too long, he suggested Naomi come upstairs so Maeve could stay in bed.

It wasn't Andres's first time seeing Naomi, but it was the first time he'd actually interacted with her.

He greeted her politely. "Welcome, Miss Lowell. You're a guest in our home."

"My wife is sick, still running a fever, so she can't sit in the living room for long. If you have things to talk about, please do it in the bedroom."