Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 228

Maeve looked at Anya calmly. "I'm not agreeing to either condition."

Anya's composure cracked. "I'm giving you a way out. If you don't take it, don't blame me when I stop being polite."

Maeve's gaze sharpened. "When you thought you had leverage on me… did it ever occur to you that I might have leverage on you too?"

Anya scoffed. "I haven't killed anyone. I haven't set anything on fire. I've got nothing to hide."

Maeve smiled—self-assured, almost amused. "Then tell me. If Luka found out you tampered with the donor compatibility results—swapped mine with yours—do you think he'd drag you into an operating room and take a kidney from you himself?"

Anya's eyes went wide, bloodshot in an instant. "Y-you… what did you just say?"

Maeve didn't blink. "Don't play dumb. You understand perfectly."

"The one who was actually a match for Ansel… was you. Not me."

"When you found out, you used your connections and your tech tricks to switch the test results."

"So you could use me to get your own brother killed."

"Because if you match him with the wrong donor, rejection is inevitable."

"And once Ansel spirals into complications and infection, death is waiting."

"Ansel dies, and everything the Morales family has becomes yours."

"For someone as calculating as you, that's a bargain you couldn't resist."

Anya looked like she'd been punched.

She'd believed that secret would be buried forever the moment Ansel died.

She hadn't imagined Maeve could see her so clearly—like she'd been peeled open.

Anya forced down her panic and tried to sound fierce. "When did you find out?"

"Two months ago," Maeve said.

Anya felt sick with rage. "If hurting someone means planting evil, then you've planted more than I ever have."

"I just refused to save Ansel. You actually killed someone."

She leaned forward, eyes blazing. "Maeve. One last time. Are you agreeing to my two conditions or not?"

Maeve answered with one clean word. "No."

Anya shot to her feet. "Then wait for what happens next."

At the door, she turned back, voice dripping poison. "Within twenty-four hours, I'll make sure you end up behind bars."

Anya didn't notice the flicker in Maeve's eyes at the words "behind bars"—not fear.

Anticipation.

Maeve had set this trap with care. She refused to believe the old monster watching her from the shadows would stay hidden this time.