The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 132

"What did you just say?" Maeve's heart sank. "How could this apartment be yours?"

Maeve had told Byron she didn't want the apartment, provided they got a divorce immediately. He hadn't agreed, so their arrangement remained unchanged. Why is Karen saying that the apartment will soon be hers? she thought in disbelief.

Karen laughed derisively. "Byron didn't tell you? Well, it seems there was no need. I just wanted to recuperate in his apartment, and he agreed to give it to me.

The smugness in Karen's voice caused Maeve to tighten her grip on her phone before she hung up abruptly. Staring at the empty bowl on the dining table, she wanted to get up and clean but couldn't muster any strength.

He can give Karen whatever he wants, but why does it have to be this apartment?' Maeve thought with a hollow ache in her chest. She bit her lip so hard she could taste blood.

The phone on the table rang. Maeve, absorbed in her thoughts, looked up in a daze. When she saw Byron's name on the screen, she felt a quick sense of reluctance.

Yet, she remembered the lies Karen had told her previously and decided she couldn't fully believe Karen's words alone. She took a deep breath and answered the call. "Maeve?" Byron's voice came through the line. Why did you call me?"

Maeve pursed her lips. "Nothing. Karen just told me she would be coming here to recuperate, and that you are giving her the apartment. Is that true?" Byron replied, "Yes, I was about to tell you."

"Are you not going to explain this?" Maeve questioned, frustration evident in her tone.

Byron frowned slightly. "Explain what?"

Maeve fell silent.

After waiting for a response that never came, Byron sensed something was off and said dismissively, "Maeve, it's just an apartment. Don't be so petty.

bitterness clouding her vision. "Did you consider my feelings when you made this decision?" she croaked. "If you can't keep our promise, then there's nothing more to say. I assure

strength to get up. She put the empty bowl into the dishwasher and

thoroughly, she half-heartedly rummaged

at the room she had lived in. Once it became Karen's place, she

the chance to returil

the light apricot-colored sheer curtain she loved was gone. Staring at the empty room, tears

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Karen's arrival. What's the point of holding on to this apartment? she reflected

roughly, took out her phone, and called for a cab. She moved all the vegetables from the terrace, leaving nothing behind. She then closed the apartment door and left, contract in hand, without looking back. Meanwhile, in the hospital

wanted a place to recuperate. If Ms. Reese is unwilling, perhaps

promised you, I won't go back on

Karen responded with a sorrowful expression. "Ms. Reese has such a bad temper, it must

cold glance at her. "Maeve

completely unhinged. Even her rare outbursts were nothing more than harmless quirks, more playful than menacing he

Karen forced a smile. She did cut me with a knife the other day and

there are things I've chosen not to spell out to spare your feelings. But that doesn't mean I'm oblivious. Do you understand?" Karen's heart skipped a beat, her

mean.

didn't answer, his gaze flicking to the bandaged wounds on her left hand. Karen's face

and direction. If it were just one wound, Byron might not have figured, but with two, it was easy to spot the pattern. He chose not to say

he so calmly and rationally judge whether my injuries were consistent? Does he truly believe that Maeve would never hurt me? Karen thought, unable to suppress the resentment welling up inside her. 'Mom was right. Maeve has

Zephyr Heights, Maeve and Alex

taken up too much of your time," Maeve said