Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 216

"Anya, you've got it all wrong. Why would I ever laugh at you? With everything that's happened to the Morales family… I'm genuinely sorry. From the bottom of my heart. This is all Maeve's fault. That bitch! She just keeps stirring up trouble, one thing after another."

"Because she's got a pretty face, she thinks she can throw herself at Mr. Andres and get away with it."

"Leah Ford said the guy who picked Maeve up at the campus gates that day wasn't just some random nobody. And honestly? My gut says it was probably your Mr. Andres."

Sarah put extra weight on the word "your" on purpose—just to make sure Anya heard the message loud and clear: she and Andres were the "meant to be" couple, and Maeve was the outsider.

Anya knew perfectly well Sarah wasn't being kind out of the goodness of her heart. Still… the sweet talk soothed her for a moment, like a painkiller that worked just long enough to make you forget the ache.

The Leah Sarah mentioned was someone Anya actually got along with pretty well.

She was also the glasses-wearing girl who'd whipped up the crowd and led a swarm of students to confront Maeve.

Anya only found out afterward, through other classmates, what had really happened that day: Maeve had barely stepped onto campus before Leah and her group blocked her at the front gate and launched into a coordinated public takedown.

Then it escalated. Fast. Even the student council got involved.

And right when it looked like Maeve was going to be swallowed up by the mob, a group of men showed up out of nowhere—moving like they owned the place—and took the "beaten-up" Maeve away.

Plenty of students had seen it with their own eyes.

A bunch of starry-eyed girls couldn't stop talking about how impossibly handsome the man was—how he'd looked like some movie hero swooping in at the last second. Everyone wanted to know who he was.

The problem was, Andres kept such a low profile that most people had only ever heard the name. Very few had actually seen his face.

And to make things even stranger, the surveillance footage around campus had been deleted—deliberately—and not the kind of deleted anyone could recover.

Even students who tried to record it had their phones confiscated on the spot.

So most people at school only knew this much: Maeve had been carried off by a ridiculously good-looking man who saved her at the gates.

As for his name, his background, where he came from… it was an unsolved mystery.

Anya had only managed to piece together, through different channels, that the man who'd taken Maeve that day was very likely Andres.

The rage sat in her chest like boiling water. And yet she couldn't do a thing about it—could only watch Maeve continue to exist in front of her, smug and untouchable, like a bad smell that wouldn't go away.

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