Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 227

Anya chose a quiet little tea shop for the meeting—out of the way, barely any foot traffic, the kind of place where nobody accidentally overheard your sins.

When Maeve arrived exactly on time, Anya, who'd been waiting, let out a cold laugh. "I thought you wouldn't dare show."

Maeve sat down across from her with effortless poise—and took a moment to admire Anya's face like it was an exhibit.

"Old Mrs. Rodriguez is in great shape for her age," Maeve said lightly. "It's been days, and her handprints still look fresh on you."

Anya's eyes turned feral.

"Maeve," she hissed, "don't forget why I called you here. I've got your leverage in my hand."

"If that video goes public, your good days are over."

Maeve took a sip of tea, unbothered. "If you really wanted to release it, you wouldn't be sitting here begging me to drink tea with you."

Anya hated that expression—like Maeve could watch the sky fall and never worry it might land on her.

"Maeve," Anya pressed, "are you not afraid I'll expose you?"

Maeve inhaled the steam from her cup, slow and unhurried. The words she spoke next nearly made Anya choke.

"Of course I'm afraid. If I wasn't, why would I come? To stare at your face for fun?"

Anya's hand tightened around her cup. She wanted to throw the tea in Maeve's face.

This woman was unbearable.

And not once did Maeve look truly scared.

"You and Mr. Andres…" Anya started, still trying to pry the truth out of her. What was Maeve to Andres, really?

Maeve cut her off instantly. "Everyone's busy. Get to the point. What do you want to extort from me?"

Maeve made it so blunt that Anya couldn't justify dragging it out.

"Fine," Anya said. "Since you like things clean and direct, I'll stop wasting time."

When Andres's father died, Andres had already known the old story about that property "blessing future generations." If he'd truly wanted it, if he'd put even a little effort into it back then, Maeve never would've managed to get it from Luka so smoothly.

Which meant that, to Andres, The Quiet Garden simply wasn't important enough to be worth fighting for.

Of course, Maeve had no reason to tell Anya any of that.

"The house is non-negotiable," Maeve said. "So what's your second condition?"

Anya hadn't expected Maeve to be this stubborn. Even with "evidence" in hand, Maeve still acted like nothing could touch her.

"The second one's simple," Anya said. "Tomorrow, you withdraw from school. You leave Aethelburg University. You leave Aethelburg."

"From now on, I don't want to see you in this city again."

"Otherwise, I'll expose everything you did back then—all the disgusting, unforgivable things."

"You love ripping other people open and showing the world their secrets, don't you? Now it's your turn."