Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 178

Elena stared at them, stunned by how effortlessly they twisted reality.

"Who's the side-piece's kid?" she snapped. "Because last I checked, Anya's mother is the one who came in after the fact."

Glasses Girl sneered. "Don't embarrass yourself. Anya's mom is a huge celebrity. You really think someone like that would be anybody's mistress?"

Another student chimed in, smug. "We looked into it. Maeve's just jealous of Anya, so she spread rumors that Isla was the other woman."

"Isla was a superstar," someone else said. "No way she was anyone's secret."

The chanting grew louder, uglier. Maeve was shoved so far down in their mouths she might as well have been dirt.

Elena couldn't argue with a mob. She turned to Maeve, desperate. "Say something."

Maeve, somehow, stayed calm.

The stupidity didn't make her angry—it made her bored.

"My personal rule," she said lightly, "is I don't waste time debating idiots."

She hadn't slept in two days. She was so exhausted her body felt like it was floating.

If they pushed her, she'd hit back. That was simple. But she wasn't going to burn energy trading words with people who didn't have brains to begin with.

The group exploded.

Glasses Girl, especially, went bright red. She snatched a bottle of water from someone beside her, twisted the cap off, and lifted it toward Maeve's face.

"Bitch," she spat, "You really think you're better than everyone."

Maeve almost smiled.

Go ahead. Pour it.

Give me an excuse.

Before the bottle could tip, a voice rang out from the distance.

"Stop. Right now."

Mateo Fulton strode over with several student council members, moving fast.

Glasses Girl ignored him, determined to "teach Maeve a lesson."

Someone tried to raise a phone to film. A bodyguard immediately stepped in, took the device right out of their hand, shut it off, and returned it—cold and efficient.

After that, no one dared try again.

The chaos died instantly.

And then Andres arrived—like he'd stepped into the wrong scene and owned it anyway.

He was devastatingly good-looking, tall, long-legged, and carried himself with the quiet authority of someone used to rooms going silent when he entered.

Every student watching felt the same thing at once:

Pressure.

Elena took a few instinctive steps back. These weren't people you wanted to provoke.

And she couldn't help wondering—what, exactly, was Maeve to this man?

Andres walked straight to Maeve. His voice was low, rough with concern.

"You look awful."