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.

tears of bitterness clouding her vision. "Did you consider my feelings when you made this decision?" she croaked.

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

thoroughly, she half-heartedly rummaged around

leaving, Maeve took one last look at the room she had lived in. Once

the chance to returil

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,

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

nothing behind. She then closed the apartment door and left, contract in hand, without looking back. Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Karen leaned against the headboard, observing Byron's sudden shift to a

to recuperate. If Ms. Reese is unwilling, perhaps we should forget it,"

promised you, I won't go back on my word. Byron's

Karen responded with a sorrowful expression. "Ms. Reese has such a

a cold glance at her. "Maeve has

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

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

on Byron's lips slowly faded as he looked at Karen, his eyes piercing right through her. "Karen, there are things I've chosen not to spell out to

mean.

the bandaged wounds on her left hand. Karen's

wound 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,

Does he truly believe that Maeve would never hurt me? Karen thought, unable to suppress the resentment welling up

house at Zephyr Heights, Maeve and

hope I haven't taken up too much of your