Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 199

Elaine—the influencer who'd helped steer the narrative earlier—finally posted her own take in the comments:

Elaine: Saying something like that when someone's life is on the line… your character worries me.

The chat erupted.

Felicity: Goddess, I'm your loyal fan!

Dreamy Fangirl: Same!

Garfield: Same, times a thousand!

Elaine was internet-famous for her "sunshine" persona. Every day she posted upbeat snapshots of her life.

Weekend drives with her dog out into the countryside to pick wild berries.

Sitting beside a creek with a sketchbook, painting blue skies and soft clouds.

In her photos she looked gentle, elegant, educated—the kind of woman countless men called their dream girl.

If even sweet, wholesome Elaine was criticizing Maeve, then Maeve must really be the problem… right?

Maeve saw the comment and calmly asked the camera, "Go on, then. What's wrong with my character?"

Elaine: First of all, I doubt you even got into Aethelburg University on your own.

A perfect-score valedictorian wouldn't say donating a kidney is basically giving up your life—especially not someone in biological sciences.

Anyone with basic knowledge knows kidney donation doesn't kill you. With proper care, you live pretty much the same as everyone else.

Elaine's accusation immediately drew a wave of agreement.

Maeve smiled. "You sure you understand the full range of consequences?"

"Based on current medical statistics, common post-donation issues include—among other things—serious fluctuations in creatinine."

"You get sick more easily. Diarrhea becomes frequent. You have to go in for regular checkups every month. And at the end of the year you need a full-body exam."

"After forty, kidney function naturally declines."

Her face was breathtaking. Her fingers were long and elegant.

The pen—dark wood, polished smooth—spun between her fingertips like it had a dancer's soul, light and effortless.

Watching from behind their screens, people found themselves distracted—by her poise, by her beauty, by the clean, sharp rhythm of the pen tricks. It was mesmerizing.

And whether Maeve was "lashing out" was obvious to anyone with eyes.

Elaine, on the other hand, looked like the one unraveling.

Then a verified medical professional appeared in the chat.

Leonard, Head of Nephrology, General Hospital: From a medical standpoint, Miss Vance is completely correct.

More doctors and medical workers piled in, correcting Elaine's claim that kidney donation had "no real impact."

Elaine had never swallowed humiliation like this.

Especially not with Maeve smiling into the camera, asking, "Oh, do you?"—as if Elaine's outrage was nothing more than a buzzing fly.