Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 322

Marry Anya—make her Mrs. White?

Who had given this woman the nerve to make a demand this outrageous?

Setting aside the fact that Natalia wasn't even the real Shadow Healer—

even if she were, why on earth would he trade his marriage as payment?

The audacity was unreal.

His phone lit up.

A message from Maeve.

Two words: "Don't refuse."

Those words poured gasoline on his temper.

What the hell was Maeve thinking?

Was she telling him to agree to Anya's demand—to marry her?

Then what did that make Maeve and him? They were legally married. They were the actual husband and wife here.

Rage boiled in his chest, but his face stayed calm.

"It's a little early to be talking about that," Andres said, voice controlled. "Let me get what I want first. Then we'll talk about what you want."

Anya's heart leapt.

He hadn't rejected her—meaning there was hope.

Men really were all the same.

She'd deliberately lowered herself, made it sound like she wanted so little, just to show Andres she'd be "easy"—a sensible woman who wouldn't interfere, .who wouldn't mind him keeping a string of mistresses if that was what he wanted.

As for Maeve? She was just living off her looks—burning through a few good years at Andres's side.

He doted on her now, sure. But once he got bored, Maeve would be the one crying.

Maeve returned from the restroom and hadn't even opened her mouth when Andres grabbed her wrist.

"Come with me. We're leaving."

Maeve wasn't prepared for the force. She stumbled, nearly losing her footing.

Andres didn't bother slowing down—he simply scooped her up and carried her out, not sparing the lounge a single word as he stormed out of 1908.

In Maeve's eyes, was he worth nothing at all?

So worthless he could be treated like a bargaining chip—passed around like a product?

Maeve couldn't understand his logic either.

"What are you even mad about?"

She tried to talk. He ignored her. Her patience snapped.

Forgetting Murray was driving right in front, Maeve launched into him without warning.

"I told you it's all an act—why are you taking it seriously?"

"She wants to marry you, be Mrs. White. Fine. Say yes."

"If you don't give her a little taste of what she wants, she'll get suspicious. And then how are we supposed to lure her into the trap?"

"The role you're playing right now is the devoted son who'll pay any price to get the best doctor on earth to heal his mother."

"You need them to believe that as long as your mom can recover, you—Andres White—will do absolutely anything."

"But look at how you played it."