Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 237

Only then did Luka seem to notice Andres and Michael were there.

Maeve had angered him so badly he hadn't even registered who'd walked in.

"Mr. White, why are you with that little vixen?"

"You saw what she did, didn't you? That ungrateful brat—she laid hands on her own father in public!"

"Do you even know why she was brought in? She killed someone. The video's crystal clear. The evidence is solid."

Michael's eyebrows knotted, his disdain almost physical. "Are you all this blind to reality?"

He'd thought Anya Morales was stupid enough.

Turns out Anya's stupidity was hereditary.

The Morales family—every last one of them—was rotten.

Andres's patience with Luka evaporated.

"Looks like the Morales family hasn't suffered enough these past few days. Otherwise, Mr. Morales wouldn't have the spare time to pull strings and run his own little private tribunal."

"Mercy is a luxury I can no longer afford. If you leave a rattlesnake alive, it'll only wait for the chance to strike again."

"I won't make that mistake twice."

With that warning—more threat than advice—Andres took Maeve by the hand and walked out.

Luka stood there, mind stalling.

What the hell was going on?

Why were Andres and Michael here?

And what was Andres to Maeve?

That male voice he'd heard on Maeve's phone that day—was it Andres?

All the tangled confusion snapped into focus at once.

What he wanted to say was "my legal wife."

But he didn't, because he suspected the little menace at his side would blow up if he made that public. So "wife" became "woman".

Michael looked genuinely stunned. "Since when?"

Andres said flatly, "A year."

Michael refused to believe it. "No way. You never mentioned it."

Andres glanced at Maeve with unmistakable tenderness. "Maeve didn't want our relationship public."

Maeve was still simmering over Andres wrecking her plan. Hearing him spin things further and further into nonsense, she forced herself to focus and explained to Michael.

"I've only known Whitty for a few days. Because of… special circumstances, I'm temporarily staying at his place."

"Whitty?" Michael had to clamp down hard to keep from laughing.

Aethelburg's infamous Mr. Andres—getting called "Whitty"?