Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 797

Stepping out of the tea house, Maeve immediately blocked Luka's new phone number. This was the hundredth time she had to block him. Some people truly went their entire lives without realizing how insignificant they were. She still couldn't fathom why her mother had ever settled for a loser like him.

A blast of frigid air hit her, stinging her cheeks, so she pulled a black face mask over her mouth and nose. Only then did she realize the tea house Luka had chosen was just one block away from the towering headquarters of Orca Group.

Her afternoon classes weren't important, so she shot Mateo Fulton a quick text, asking him to cover for her and request a half-day off. Just as the message sent, her screen flickered and died. The plunging winter temperatures were draining her battery completely.

Luka was so incredibly cheap. He knew it was lunchtime, yet he only paid for tea and didn't even order food. Her stomach was completely empty.

Spotting a street vendor nearby, she bought a steaming portion of Loaded Chili Fries, something she hadn't eaten in ages. After a moment of thought, she asked the vendor for a second portion. For Andres.

Even though she was possessive and hated sharing, she wasn't completely heartless when it came to feeding her guy.

Carrying the two plastic bags of spicy street food, she walked straight into the Orca Group building.

The moment she pushed through the revolving doors, a wave of intense heat washed over her. Winter hadn't fully set in yet, but the corporate lobby's heating was cranked to the maximum. She knew Andres was definitely in the building. Before he left that morning, he had complained about being trapped in three back-to-back meetings all day.

"Hey, delivery girl! Hold on a second. What floor are you going to? Who are you looking for? You need to sign in at the front desk!"

Maeve turned to look at the woman shouting at her. It was the front desk receptionist.

Delivery girl? Was she talking to her?

Maeve glanced down at the plastic bags dripping with condensation. Then she looked at her outfit. As the weather got colder, her tailored wool coats weren't cutting it anymore. To stay warm, she had thrown on a puffy, cartoon-print winter jacket and thick, fleece-lined jeans. To a corporate snob, she probably did look exactly like a broke college student hustling a side gig.

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