Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 81

Andres was getting more and more sick of Anya's ugly act. "Miss Vance's past isn't yours to sit here and pass judgment on. If you don't want to embarrass yourself even further, keep your mouth shut."

Anya looked like she was about to explode. "Mr. Andres, why do you keep taking her side?"

She was supposed to be the woman on his arm.

And yet, in that moment, Andres regretted bringing this walking humiliation aboard.

Maeve couldn't help it. She let out a laugh.

Anya frowned. "What are you laughing at?"

Maeve didn't bother hiding the contempt in her eyes. "All that work building yourself a 'perfect genius' brand, and you're still this petty."

"You've been running around Aethelburg since you were a kid. Do you even know who Mr. Hayes is? Who Mr. Fulton is? Did you ever do your homework properly?"

"If they didn't know how to read people, do you really think they'd be where they are today?"

"And since when does a man standing next to a woman automatically mean they're sleeping together?"

Maeve turned, deliberately sweetening her voice as she looked at Andres. "So, tell us, are you two married? Or dating?"

Anya held her breath, waiting for Andres to give the answer she wanted.

Even if he couldn't stand Maeve's smugness, Andres wasn't about to lose control in public.

"Miss Morales speaks several languages. She's here as my interpreter."

The disappointment hit Anya like a slap. It didn't matter how hard she tried. She couldn't pry open the door to Andres's heart.

A small group of foreigners approached. The tall man at the front greeted Andres with a broad grin.

He spoke in his native language. Andres understood him, but didn't answer right away.

Anya's eyes lit up. Finally, a chance to shine. She hurried forward and introduced herself as Mr. Andres's companion and translator.

English was universal, right? Of course they'd understand.

After a few exchanges, Maeve looked at Andres and, on purpose, switched to Sanskrit when she addressed him.

"You understood him the whole time, and you still let Anya make a fool of herself in front of everyone. That's pretty lousy, for someone's 'date.'"

Andres answered in Sanskrit, cool and sharp. "How do you know I understand?"

Maeve nodded toward the tall man. "He told me."

The man came over and hugged Andres warmly, then asked in his native tongue, "So who is this clever, beautiful woman to you?"

Andres hugged him back, then glanced at Maeve with a teasing smile. "My wife."

Maeve understood every word. She shot him a look—annoyed, but somehow still dangerously charming.

Since they were speaking Sanskrit, no one else had any idea what Andres had said.

The man sighed dramatically, envy all over his face. "What a shame. I was going to chase her."