Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 294

And within the Morales family, there was only one person with that kind of skill set.

Anya.

At the airport in Africa, Andres had already sensed something off about the woman named Natalia.

Now it was obvious: begging him to "save someone" had been an excuse. The real objective had been something else entirely.

He even started to wonder whether the explosion at the airport had been an accident… or staged.

Maeve hit the nail on the head. "Someone's building a trap around you."

Andres could feel it, too—the cold pressure of being forced into a game someone else had planned.

His voice turned hard. "Anya's just the decoy. There's someone behind her."

A setup this large wasn't something Anya could pull off alone.

Maeve lifted her brows. "Do you know who?"

"I can guess," Andres said.

Maeve's eyes gleamed. "So how do you want to play it?"

Andres didn't hesitate. "Return the favor."

Maeve leaned back, suddenly entertained. "Great. I'll get the popcorn and soda and enjoy the show."

Then Andres remembered something else.

"Ansel is dead."

Maeve nodded. "Naomi already told me."

Andres watched her. "Want to know how?"

Maeve's tone stayed flat. "Anya flushed his last life-saving dose down the toilet."

Even Andres had to admit—Maeve's information network was terrifying.

"The Morales family is heading for a storm," he said quietly.

That night, they slept well.

Dinner, shopping, a movie—he'd always thought it sounded like a waste of time.

"Maeve," he said, "I've noticed you wear the same few outfits over and over. And you barely wear jewelry—"

Maeve cleared her throat and cut him off. "Your mother gave me over a hundred sets of jewelry yesterday. She said she'll have them delivered in the next day or two."

Andres didn't even blink. "My mom's taste is outdated. That's my dad's fault—his eye for gifts is terrible."

When Andres was little, he'd watched his father buy presents for his mother by the crate—handbags, jewelry, makeup, brand-new dresses from every designer you could name.

His mom never complained to his father's face, but privately she'd told Andres: his dad bought things to be expensive, not to be useful.

Maeve had zero interest in strolling around a mall on a "date," and she was about to refuse—

when she paused, as if doing a calculation in her head.

The forecast she'd read for the day had said travel would bring an unexpected turn. Her interest sparked instantly.

"Fine," she said. "Let's go on a date."