Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 190

Long before Xavier tried to set his trap, Andres had already gotten wind of the plan.

Maeve didn't ask for details. She wasn't interested in White family politics anyway.

"It's like this." She hesitated, then finally brought it up herself.

"I'm sorry about what happened that day. I was distracted. I didn't notice where the Puzzle Sphere was, and something that expensive got damaged."

"I got in touch with a friend who restores antiques. There's a chance they can return it to how it was."

"I'll cover the cost. If it can't be fixed, I'll try to find an identical one and replace it."

"Still… if it was a gift from someone important, restoring the original is better."

Maeve didn't like owing anyone. And she didn't want something like a broken Puzzle Sphere to put a crack between her and Andres.

Andres listened, baffled. "I'm not sure I'm following."

Maeve was blunt by nature. She didn't do roundabout.

"I don't like Remi. But I broke the Puzzle Sphere, and she took the hit for it. I don't want someone else carrying my mess."

Understanding clicked into place. Andres stared at her. "You thought Remi got fired because of the Puzzle Sphere?"

Maeve lifted a brow. "Wasn't she?"

Andres stepped behind her, turned the chair slightly, and boxed her in with his arms—Maeve contained in the circle of his body.

"I'll explain this once," he said, voice low and firm. "Listen carefully. I don't want this kind of misunderstanding happening again."

"Remi deliberately put the Puzzle Sphere where you walk all the time. She wanted you to hit it."

"Like you said—everyone has a past. Remi knew it was a gift from my ex."

"In her little logic, if you broke it, I'd do exactly what she wanted—turn on you."

"It's ridiculous, but that's what she tried."

Andres opened the trending topic immediately.

It was a video Ansel had posted publicly.

He exchanged a look with Maeve and tapped play.

On-screen, Ansel lay propped up in a hospital bed, looking sickly. Wires and monitors clung to him, machines blinking at his side.

When he spoke, his voice was thin, barely there.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Ansel. I'm also the man in Jenny's post—the ‘male lead' she wrote about."

"I'm sorry I can only speak to you like this. The doctor says my condition is severe. Maybe if I close my eyes… I won't see tomorrow's sunrise."

"Before I woke up this time, I was in a coma for five full days. The doctors pulled me back from the edge again."

Halfway through, Ansel's breathing suddenly turned ragged and fast.