Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 383

Andres laughed and patted Landon's shoulder.

"So those three ugly-ass toads were you. Landon, you're something else."

Landon threw his head back, laughing too.

"If it weren't for this game, I might've taken that to the grave."

"Andres, I was petty back then. I'm officially apologizing."

Andres studied him for a beat. "Fine. Apology accepted."

That round, Landon slipped through clean.

After Landon stepped down, it was Andres versus Maeve.

Andres was already debating what question he'd ask if he won.

There were things he wanted to know—things he wanted to say—but in a room full of people, he couldn't exactly get personal.

He was still weighing his options when Maeve shattered the fantasy with one line.

"Whitty," she said, "you're losing this one."

With a cool, practiced motion, she shook the dice cup.

The clatter stopped.

Three sixes sat on the table.

Almost at the exact same moment, Andres revealed his dice—

three sixes as well.

A tie.

Andres lifted an eyebrow. "How do we handle a tie?"

Maeve didn't blink. "First to roll wins."

Andres frowned. "That's not exactly fair. You didn't say ‘first roll wins' earlier."

Maeve shrugged lightly. "I assumed everyone knew."

Andres:

Fine. His wife—his Maeve—got her way when she wanted it.

He let it go.

"Okay. I lose. What's your question?"

Nevaeh scoffed. "Isn't that a little absolute? Winning twenty straight isn't exactly easy."

Maeve's eyes were steady. "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean nobody can."

Nevaeh choked on her own frustration.

Maeve was young—but she was arrogant.

The problem was, the more arrogant she got, the more people watched her.

Everyone assumed she was bluffing.

She wasn't.

Starting with Michael, Maeve went on a streak.

To her opponents' relief, she didn't humiliate anyone on purpose.

Michael, Corbin, Carson, and Corbin's other friends—her questions stayed within everyone's comfort zone.

A few even sparked lively debates that had the whole room chiming in, turning Maeve into a natural host who could control the energy without trying.

People who'd barely known each other an hour earlier were suddenly talking like acquaintances.

Under Maeve's lead, the party atmosphere became unusually warm—almost effortless.