Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 176

Elena came jogging over, worry written all over her face. She grabbed Maeve by the arm and steered her toward a quieter corner. "Finally. I've been looking everywhere for you. Why's your phone been going straight to dead?"

Maeve had basically lived in the lab for two days straight. No sleep, no real breaks—just two bottles of water when her throat got too dry. She'd barely eaten a bite.

"I ran out of battery," she said weakly.

The truth was, she'd switched it off herself. She'd been in a foul mood and didn't feel like dealing with anyone.

Only then did Elena really look at her. Maeve's face was paper-white. "Jesus, it's only been a few days. You look like you've been dragged through hell."

Elena pressed a hand to Maeve's forehead and jolted as if she'd touched a stove. "You're burning up. Are you sick? Come on—clinic. Now."

Maeve pulled back. "I've been running experiments nonstop for two days. My blood sugar's just low. I'll eat something and I'll be fine." She forced herself to focus. "Elena—why were you looking for me? What happened?"

Elena blinked, remembering. "Right. This is the point."

She lowered her voice. "Did you… piss off the Morales family?"

Maeve frowned, confused. Elena pulled out her phone and shoved the screen toward her. "You're trending. All of it—your ‘feud' with the Morales family."

Maeve glanced at the post and immediately recognized the account behind it.

Isla.

The woman who'd become her "stepmom" on paper.

Isla used to be a red-carpet goddess—forty million followers on X. Some of them were bought, sure, but it didn't matter. When she spoke, the internet listened.

And now she was speaking about Maeve.

In a long, tear-soaked thread, Isla named Maeve outright, claiming Maeve was the child Luka Morales had had with "some other woman" before marrying her.

To "make up for the guilt," Isla wrote, Luka had offered to acknowledge Maeve as his daughter—only for Maeve to cruelly reject him.

Then came the real hook.

And in the court of public opinion, that was all anyone needed.

Overnight, Maeve's name became a punching bag. The top comments were vicious.

A few people tried to be reasonable—saying a father giving money to his daughter wasn't exactly a crime, and that Maeve had the right to decide what happened to her own body.

But the advantage of paying for an army of bots and paid accounts was simple: they drowned out nuance. They steered the narrative. They turned "reasonable" into "heartless."

Soon the tide was completely one-sided—pro–Morales family, pro–Isla.

They painted her as greedy and monstrous, and by morning her name was nothing but a target—comment sections, reposts, DMs, all of it.

She stared at the screen and let out a cold laugh.

She'd wondered why the Morales family had been so quiet.

So this was the move they'd been saving.