Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1440

Maja was unfazed by the news, but the rest of the Sanders family was abuzz with gossip.

After all, when the others in the Sanders family had tied the knot, their compatibility was always thoroughly vetted by astrology, and only with favorable stars did they proceed.

Back in the day, when Augus and Cynthia had called it quits, it was all because their stars didn't align.

Juliet, with her hands clasped in front of her, spoke in an even tone, "So Maja, you can't be with your boyfriend. We suggest you break it off."

Maja's eyelashes fluttered, her voice firm, "Grandma, I don't believe in superstition."

The room fell silent at her words.

Beck tried to catch Maja's eye, hoping to signal her, but then he thought better of it. He knew her well enough, and he knew Ian too. These two had weathered so much to be together, and they weren't about to split over for a couple of words.

He chose silence.

Tomas Sanders's voice filled the room, "In the Sanders family, belief isn't a choice."

Ian immediately stepped in front of Maja, a smile on his face, "Well, Maja doesn't have to be part of the Sanders family."

"Is that so? But she has Sanders blood in her veins. Perhaps she should change that blood and drain it all out. If she does, we won't hold her to anything else."

The words were a death wish for Maja.

Ian's expression darkened, shielding Maja completely behind him.

"Are you saying you want Maja's life, Grandfather?"

Tomas set down his teacup, his voice softening, "You're the one threatening her life. Just leave her, and she'll have the whole Sanders estate to herself. She'll be my most cherished granddaughter. Mr. Raymond, you're already in enough trouble. Don't get mixed up in the Sanders family business."

Maja gripped Ian's hand and stepped aside so everyone could see her, "I'm afraid I can't do that. I'm carrying his child. I'm with him for life."

The hall fell silent once more, with the Sanders family murmuring amongst themselves.

Tomas's brow furrowed, silencing the murmurs.

He looked down, his expression sharpening, "It's not just you and Ian who can't be together. The astrologer has predicted that your child will be a curse to the Sanders family. The child cannot be born."