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.

decision?" she croaked. "If

face went pale as she ended the call. She sat in silence for a long time before gathering the strength to get up. She put the empty bowl into the dishwasher and went to the master bedroom to change. ct

room thoroughly, she half-heartedly rummaged around

took one last look at the room she had lived in. Once it became Karen's place, she would never

the chance to returil

nothing like the room she had once occupied. When Maeve opened the guest bedroom door, it was completely empty. Even the light apricot-colored sheer curtain she loved was gone. Staring at the empty room, tears finally streamed uncontrollably down her face, dripping

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were there all along. He even cleared out my room for Karen's arrival. What's

the vegetables from the terrace, leaving nothing behind. She then closed the apartment door and left, contract

If Ms. Reese is unwilling, perhaps we should

back on

sorrowful expression. "Ms. Reese has such

cast a cold glance at her. "Maeve

then everyone else must be completely unhinged. Even her rare outbursts were nothing more than harmless quirks, more

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

at Karen, 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

mean.

flicking to the bandaged wounds on her left hand. Karen's face

on her wrist and the 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 maintain a

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

viewing the house at Zephyr Heights, Maeve and

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