Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 25

Another girl leaned in, curiosity bright on her face. "After your parents got divorced... did you cut ties with the Morales family? Like, no contact at all?"

Millie cleared her throat. "What kind of question is that? Everyone at school's already talking. She was fighting over inheritance money and even managed to land herself in detention."

Mateo's expression darkened. "We finally get everyone together for dinner and you decide to talk like that? What's the point?"

Mateo taking Maeve's side earned a quick, assessing glance from Andres.

Call it instinct—something in the way the Fulton kid kept jumping in told Andres he was interested in Maeve.

Millie hadn't expected Mateo to shut her down in front of everyone. The humiliation only sharpened her jealousy.

"We're not 'talking like that.' We're just having a normal conversation. What, exactly, did I say that was wrong?"

"She isn't the Morales family's throwaway they dumped out in the sticks? And she didn't get locked up for causing trouble?"

Mateo was about to fire back when Maeve smiled at Millie instead.

"Wow. You're really going all-in on me." Maeve's tone stayed light as she kept peeling shrimp. "Is it because your 'official ship' didn't give you enough face in front of everyone?"

Millie's cheeks flushed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Maeve didn't even look up. "Sure. No idea. Totally."

She flicked the shell aside and continued calmly. "You think where I grew up is 'backward.' I think it's simple. Honest."

"People there don't do the whole 'where are you from' snobbery. They don't obsess over other people's family drama, either."

"The world is bigger than your little circle. Try widening your perspective." Maeve finally glanced up, her eyes cool. "Here's a line worth remembering: narrow minds only turn you into a joke."

Elena clapped. "Yes. That was perfect."

Mateo looked at Maeve with open admiration.

Maeve was enjoying herself a little too much—her fingertip caught on a crawfish spine.

Her hands stilled. A bead of blood welled up and slid down her finger.

Andres, smooth as if it were the most natural thing in the world, pulled a napkin and wiped the red away.

The table went weirdly, instantly quiet. Everyone's expressions turned... complicated.

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