Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 210

If the Morales family collapsed, Isla's life of luxury would vanish with it.

She started firing off frantic messages to Luka, begging him to hang up—begging him to stop talking before the family's last bit of reputation burned to ash.

But Ansel was Luka's obsession. The moment his son's interests were involved, Luka couldn't be rational.

And Maeve knew exactly where to press.

"Mr. Morales," she said, cool as ice, "don't forget this is a country governed by law. Ansel is an adult. He has to pay for what he's done."

Luka cut her off. "Pay my ass. The Morales family has money."

"Ansel could kill a few people—hell, he could blow up the planet—and who would dare say a word to my face?"

The livestream audience were shocked.

So the law was just decoration to the Morales family.

And suddenly Ansel's behavior made perfect sense. With parents like Luka and Isla, it would've been a miracle if he hadn't turned out rotten.

As Luka got more and more worked up, the woman in his bed let out a panicked little gasp.

"Baby—hang up. Your daughter is livestreaming. Two hundred thousand people are listening to you right now."

The livestream erupted.

Peter: Holy hell, that woman calling Luka "baby" is definitely not Isla. Bet she's under twenty-five.

Johnny: So Isla got cheated on too?

Honey Number One: Tonight's drama just keeps leveling up.

Only then did Luka realize he'd walked straight into a disaster. "You're livestreaming?" he demanded.

And just as everyone was still reeling from what she'd pulled off, Maeve dropped something even bigger.

In front of the entire livestream, she displayed a bank-transfer screenshot.

"The day Luka paid me two hundred million dollars to buy his way out of being my father," Maeve said evenly, "I transferred every last cent to a charitable foundation."

The audience, still riding the high of watching her crush the Morales family, went dead silent.

Two hundred million.

For most people, working their entire lives wouldn't even earn a fraction of that—maybe not even ten million.

And Maeve had donated it like it was nothing. No hesitation. No concern for her own future.

In another room, Andres, who was watching the livestream closely, couldn't hide his shock either.