Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 203

From the moment Maeve went live, a handful of accounts had been in the comments nonstop, steering the conversation wherever they wanted.

Everyone else was trying to talk about how Elaine had stolen her best friend's boyfriend—yet these guys kept flooding the chat with sleazy rumors about Maeve instead.

Off to the side, something in Andres's expression went flat and dangerous. He memorized every single one of their usernames.

A few levelheaded viewers finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Ms. Fashion: Stop making "jokes" like this about women. It's disgusting.

Princess Margaret: The comment section is crawling with mediocre men who think they're God's gift.

Honey Number One: Only pathetic men resort to slut-shaming women.

Jason: Maeve's impressive—hiring bots right in her own livestream. What do these comments pay, anyway? If there's money in it, let's all get rich.

The Dementor's Breath: If we're "slut-shaming," you'd have to be a slut first. So tell us, sweetheart—are you?

Clean Fish: Like any slut would admit she's a slut.

Then came a wall of "LOL" spam.

The girls who'd tried to speak up hadn't expected the filth to get redirected onto them. For a moment, they were so furious they couldn't even type.

Watching her livestream turn into a sewer thanks to hired trolls and keyboard warriors, Maeve calmly tapped a few keys on her laptop.

Then she looked straight at the camera and said, "The Dementor's Breath—real name Dave Thomas, thirty-four."

"Registered in [redacted], currently living at 48 Youth Street, Lakeside Apartments, Building Four. I'll keep the unit and apartment number to myself—for now."

"You teach art at Central High School. Your wife works at a bank. Two kids—a son and a daughter."

As more and more details dropped, the comment section went dead quiet.

The guy who'd been bouncing around the loudest—The Dementor's Breath—froze like a cat that'd just gotten its tail stepped on. Not a word.

Maeve didn't give them a second to breathe.

"Jason—real name Jason Woods, forty-two, registered in—"

The mood in the livestream went from a roaring witch-hunt to stunned submission in under two hours.

If anyone ever wrote a history of livestreams, this would make the list.

The first heavyweight to publicly back her was Andres.

Using the Orca Group CEO account, he sent a massive wave of the platform's highest-value gifts in one go.

Then he left a single comment:

Orca Group: Well done.

Of course she was. The woman he'd chosen never did anything halfway—and every time she moved, she managed to surprise him all over again.

Orca Group's name carried serious weight in Aethelburg.

With the Verified Company badge next to it, that one sentence was enough to make the entire internet sit up straighter.