Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 296

Maeve pointed toward the display window. "I want to try on that fitted maxi dress."

The sales associate's smile brightened. "Excellent taste, miss. That dress is handcrafted and one of a kind—our only piece."

A sharp voice cut in from behind. "Sorry, you're too late. I saw that dress first."

Two women approached.

The older one looked to be in her early fifties, thick around the middle—yet dripping with money in every detail, from her jewelry to her tailored coat.

The one who'd spoken was the younger woman at her side.

Long hair down to her waist, pale and delicate, the sort of willowy, babied beauty you could tell had never gone without anything in her life.

Maeve knew her.

Sienna Lowell—Naomi's so-called sister.

The last time they'd crossed paths was at a seafood buffet. Sienna had tried to set Naomi up and failed—Maeve and Naomi had turned the tables so hard Sienna barely escaped with her pride intact.

Maeve could still picture it: Sienna scrambling away with Bowen Ashford, all panic and humiliation.

Now Sienna stared at her with open hostility, and Maeve immediately understood what game she was playing.

Maeve tilted her chin. "So you're really going to stand here and blatantly try to take something from me?"

Sienna widened her eyes, putting on innocence like a costume. "I'm not taking anything. I noticed that dress first."

Maeve flicked a look toward the lounge area, silently stopping Andres as he started to get up.

This was a woman's battlefield. She didn't need a man charging in.

She turned back to the associate. "You tell us—who asked about that dress first?"

The associate's brain short-circuited for a moment.

Maeve understood immediately.

This woman was Naomi's biological mother.

Naomi had mentioned, in passing, that things at home were… complicated. Especially Mrs. Lowell—who adored the daughter she'd raised with her own hands.

Even after Naomi had been brought back, there was no warmth, no real closeness. Not like there was with Sienna.

Mrs. Lowell's favoritism was so blatant Naomi rarely even went home. She rented a small apartment and only showed up at the Lowell estate on holidays, gifts in hand, just to fulfill the bare minimum.

And the fact that Sienna had taken up all the "family love" Naomi should've had?

Maeve wasn't going to swallow that.

She reached into her bag and slapped a black card onto the counter—one Andres had given her.

"Whether I can afford it," she said coolly, "this card decides."