The looks people gave me had shifted noticeably.
I even caught snippets of hushed whispers.
"I knew it. I wondered why she was here. So that's her game."
"Everyone knows she spent a decade married to Andrew, bending over backwards to please him, only to get dumped in the end. Now he's remarried within a year of their divorce. No way she's taking this lying down."
"You missed it? I saw her stealing glances at Andrew multiple times. How pathetic. Does she really think he'd still want her?"
Outwardly, I remained composed, but fury roiled beneath the surface. I would've ignored them, but Maeve kept needling me relentlessly.
To the onlookers, if I countered Maeve, it proved I still carried a torch for Andrew and was picking fights deliberately. If I stayed quiet, it meant guilt, a confirm
