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.

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

time before gathering the strength to get up. She put the empty bowl into the dishwasher and went to the

rummaged around

she had lived

the chance to returil

had once occupied. When Maeve opened the guest bedroom door, it was completely empty. Even the light apricot-colored

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were there all along. He even cleared out my room for Karen's arrival. What's the point of holding on to this

leaving nothing behind. She then closed the apartment door and left, contract in hand, without looking back. Meanwhile, in

If Ms. Reese is unwilling, perhaps we

back

sorrowful expression. "Ms. Reese has such a bad temper,

cast a cold glance at

her rare outbursts were nothing more than harmless quirks, more playful than menacing he thought, his lips curling into a faint

forced a smile. She did cut me with a knife the other day and threw a cup at me.

his eyes piercing right through her. "Karen, 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 fingers trembling slightly.

mean.

bandaged wounds on her left

one she claimed Maeve inflicted were consistent in depth 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 anything, allowing her to

Does he truly believe that Maeve would never hurt me? Karen

at Zephyr Heights,

company today. I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time," Maeve said with