Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 223

A netizen named "GossipGuru88" left a comment, and the likes were skyrocketing by the second. "Some men look polished on the outside, but they are rotten to the core. I highly advise Ms. Monroe to never look back. Whoever picks up that trash is just asking for bad luck."

The top reply simply read, "Exactly, the ex-husband is completely filthy."

Madeline's gaze lingered on those words for a second.

She could not articulate why that specific phrase struck such a chord.

Perhaps it was because the word "filthy" was incredibly accurate, perfectly summarizing her years of marriage to Lucius.

Back then, she had no idea Liliana even existed.

Lucius would fly overseas to see Liliana, then casually return home, wrapping those exact same hands around her shoulders.

Thinking back on it now, it was nothing short of repulsive.

She set down her coffee cup and picked up her phone again.

Her fingertip hovered over the little heart icon, and she gave it a gentle tap.

She did not share the post.

She did not leave a comment.

She did not issue any official statement.

She merely highlighted a tiny, seemingly inconspicuous heart next to the phrase calling her ex-husband filthy.

Then she set the device aside and returned her attention to the product launch proposal resting on her desk.

She honestly thought it was an insignificant gesture.

It was just a simple like, and her social media account barely had any followers anyway. She only ever posted industry news and corporate updates, without a single selfie in sight. It was practically a burner account, so who would even notice?

But she vastly underestimated the power of the internet.

At exactly 3:17 PM, an entertainment blogger with millions of followers made a new post featuring a single screenshot.

The image clearly showed Madeline's verified account liking the brutal comment about her ex.

The blogger's caption was brief: "The leading lady has entered the chat."

The moment the post went live, public opinion exploded into a second wave of frenzy.

The shares and quotes went completely out of control.

The real focus shifted to another glaring detail—Lucius had remained entirely silent.

There were no PR statements, no cease-and-desist letters.

He did not even offer a vague "we are looking into the situation" excuse.

The Whitman Group's official accounts were as quiet as a graveyard.

An anonymous industry insider leaked that the corporate PR team was in absolute shambles.

They had been holding emergency meetings since dawn, but the boss himself had yet to give a single directive.

He locked himself in his office and refused to answer any calls.

When Gavin knocked on the door, he was met with dead silence.

Upon entering to deliver documents, the secretary found him sitting behind his desk, staring blankly at an old photograph from years ago.

It was a picture of him and Madeline back in college.

In the photo, they were both wearing their graduation gowns, and Madeline was leaning against his shoulder, her eyes crinkling into a radiant, beautiful smile.