Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 221

Elena's smile carried a faint edge. "A chance to steal the spotlight like that? No way she'd let it pass."

"The seventh Aethelburg Intercollegiate Games are in two months. The vice chancellor handed the music arrangement over to Leah Ford—she wants the athletes' entrance to be a showstopper…"

Elena swallowed the rest of what she'd been about to say.

She nudged Maeve Vance's elbow and murmured, "Heads up. Someone's coming over with an attitude."

Maeve followed Elena's gaze and saw Anya Morales striding toward them, her face set in open hostility.

"Maeve. We need to talk."

That lofty, bossing-you-around tone was so ridiculous Maeve almost laughed.

"We're not friends. We have nothing to talk about."

"And here's a little warning for you—you're going to have a bad day."

"If you don't want to embarrass yourself, get lost. Stop trying to make yourself relevant in front of me."

Anya took it as a curse.

She planted herself in Maeve's path and snapped, "What exactly are you to Mr. Andres?"

Elena: "…"

Was Anya's brain short-circuiting?

Who did she think she was, demanding answers like that? Anyone who didn't know better would've assumed Anya was Andres White's wife and Maeve was some mistress on the side.

Maeve looked at Anya's jealous face, leaned in, and said softly into her ear, "We sleep in the same bed every night. You tell me what that makes us."

In Anya's mind, a scene flashed—Maeve and Andres tangled up in sheets, breathless and intimate.

No. That couldn't be true.

Maeve was just trying to provoke her.

But when Anya caught the teasing curve of Maeve's mouth—and remembered everything that had happened lately to the Morales family and to herself—old grudges and fresh humiliations surged together.

"Does Anya have something seriously wrong with her? The Morales family's done so much messed-up stuff and she still has the nerve to come after Maeve."

"That's what happens when you're raised by a homewrecker. The son's a violent psycho and the daughter's a shameless piece of work."

"Like father, like son. Like mother, like daughter."

Anya shouted at them, "Shut up! What my family is or isn't is none of your business!"

Someone fired back, "So you can do heartless things, but nobody's allowed to talk about it?"

Another student piled on, "Oh, we're not allowed to talk, right? Didn't her dad brag that even if his precious baby blew up the entire planet, nobody would dare say a word?"

The line Luka Morales had used to threaten Maeve had turned into an overnight meme.

Laughter rippled through the crowd. In their eyes, Anya wasn't a victim—she was a joke.

Anya had never been humiliated like this in her life.