Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 916

Consumed by rage, she raised her hand and slapped Andres hard across the face. "You are such a massive disappointment!"

She didn't hold back an ounce of strength. Gasps echoed through the room. No one could believe the billionaire birthday boy had just been publicly struck.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Andres remained motionless, his head turned from the impact, a thin trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Seizing the opportunity, Nancy scrambled behind Andres, her eyes brimming with fake concern. "Andres, are you okay?"

As Andres's personal bodyguard, Murray was thoroughly sickened by Nancy's manipulative garbage.

Stepping forward, he shoved her violently, murder in his eyes. "Get the hell away from him."

This woman had a beautiful face, but her hypocrisy was physically nauseating. If she hadn't been stirring up chaos, his boss would never have been hit.

Nancy was already weak and battered from Maeve's torture. Murray's shove sent her collapsing right at Andres's feet.

Desperate to survive, she wrapped her arms tightly around his leg. Fragile and breathtakingly gorgeous, she projected a stunning, tragic vulnerability.

She looked up at Maeve, a silent taunt in her eyes: Look. When it comes down to life or death, he still chose me.

What did a few injuries matter? What did the pain matter? As long as she won, the sacrifice was worth it.

Andres kicked Nancy off his leg, his intense gaze locked entirely on Maeve. "Today is my birthday."

Maeve stared at him, completely deadpan. "So what?"

Disappointment pooled in Andres's eyes. "I thought you were going to give me a surprise, but instead, you've turned me into a public joke."

Andres reached out and grabbed the blade of the combat knife barehanded. The razor-sharp edge sliced deep into his palm. Blood dripped steadily down his wrist, but his expression didn't change.

"There are a million ways to destroy a person, but you deliberately orchestrated this nightmare at my birthday party."

Maeve didn't pull the knife back, despite the blood. "You're defending her with such righteous conviction. I guess Nancy really is that important to you. Oh, I almost forgot—the great Master Finch prophesied your fateful match. No wonder you're fighting so hard to stop my revenge."

Andres's brow furrowed heavily. "You know damn well that's not true."

Maeve scoffed. "I don't care about the truth right now. Right here, right in this moment, I just want this murderer to pay with her life."

"And if I refuse to let that happen?"

With blinding speed, Maeve yanked the knife out of his bleeding grip. "Anyone who stands in my way dies!"