Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 201

Elaine had never imagined that the ugliness she'd shoved into the darkest corner of her life would one day be dragged out like this, under bright lights, in front of everyone.

One screenshot after another: explicit chats. Then the photos, her and some guy, taken in the middle of an affair.

And then came the clip that really made people's jaws drop: the things she'd said when her best friend showed up at her door, furious.

"Mia… Sam and I are really in love. Please, just let us be together. If I can't have him, I'd rather die."

It was security footage, shot inside Elaine's house.

The woman called Mia was taller and prettier than Elaine, though her eyes were sharp enough to cut glass.

No wonder Elaine had once sneered that men didn't want to live with a woman who had a "bad attitude."

So this was Elaine's "glorious" past.

Truth was, the moment Elaine started steering the online narrative on purpose, Maeve Vance had already dug up every last thing she'd ever buried.

Maeve had learned this the hard way: when someone fights dirty, you either walk away, or you beat them at their own game.

If Elaine had stuck to the facts, if she'd been honest, Maeve wouldn't have gone this far.

But Elaine had insisted on hiding behind her influencer status, twisting public opinion like it was her personal toy. Fine. Then she could deal with the consequences.

After all, Maeve's temper was famously vicious.

Watching Maeve strip her down to nothing in public, Elaine exploded in the comments:

"This is illegal, exposing someone's private information! Enjoy the cease-and-desist, you psycho."

On-screen, Maeve smiled and nodded like she'd been invited to tea. "Anytime."

Nemo: So can we officially say Elaine forced her best friend to get an abortion and then stole the boyfriend? Like… confirmed?

Slowpoke: Exactly.

Dreamy Fangirl: Yep.

Garfield: Times a thousand.

This round? Maeve won. Completely.

At the Morales estate, she called Luka Morales again and again. His phone stayed off.

She hurled her phone onto the couch, then turned on her daughter like a lit match.

"Anya. Get in touch with your father. Tell him to find someone to shut Maeve down."

"If she keeps exposing things like this, the company stock is going to tank."

Isla had never imagined it would go this way.

Ever since her Twitter rant condemning Maeve went viral, Maeve had been under nonstop attack—days of coordinated harassment, trending for all the worst reasons.

And that little bastard had stayed hidden, refusing to respond. Isla had started to believe Maeve had caved.

Push her to the edge, Isla thought, and sooner or later she'd break, and donate a kidney to Isla's son like a good, obedient little tool.

After all, the Morales family's two hundred million dollars wasn't money you just walked away with.

And that Jenny Turner, another trashy little nobody.