Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 312

People like that weren't worth offending.

Leah was furious at her friends' cowardice.

"What are you all even afraid of? It's just Maeve."

"I've seen plenty of girls like her—pretty girls who latch onto rich men. It happens all the time."

"Remember Alice Harper from the language department? Gorgeous, right? Her sponsor had serious money, right?"

"Last week the guy's wife tracked her down."

"You all saw how badly Alice got beaten."

"And did that rich man step in? No."

"A few days ago she was still strutting around campus. After that? She dropped out and ran back home."

Leah was saying it loud on purpose—making sure Maeve heard every word.

It didn't matter who was backing Maeve.

A poor girl from some small town who clawed her way into Aethelburg University would always be nothing more than a rich man's plaything.

Outside the restroom, the voices piled on, one after another, tearing Maeve apart.

Inside, Daisy—black-eyed and shaking—looked at Maeve with guilt all over her face. "I'm sorry. I dragged you into this."

Maeve didn't respond. She pulled out her phone, trying to call for help.

Daisy lowered her voice. "I tried. There's no signal in here—someone blocked it."

Maeve checked. Not a single bar.

She ran her palm over the door, listening to Daisy's frantic apologies. Then, without warning, she lifted her leg and kicked.

The door didn't just swing open.

It exploded—wood splintering, hinges snapping, the whole thing collapsing like it had been made of cardboard.

Judging by the damage, Maeve hadn't even bothered to hold back.

Daisy just stared, brain completely blank.

Was Maeve… some kind of superhero?

Because normal people didn't turn doors into debris.

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