Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 229

Anya did exactly what she promised.

That night, she posted a video on a public platform—only twenty-seven seconds long.

Twenty-seven seconds was all it took.

In the clip, a beautiful teenage girl—fifteen or sixteen at most—gripped a knife and drove it hard into a man's chest.

When blood burst out, it sprayed across her face, her clothes, her hands. She yanked the knife free with a cold, practiced motion and watched the man collapse.

Then the girl lifted her eyes—straight toward the camera.

The internet recognized her almost immediately.

It was Maeve—the same Maeve who'd been dominating headlines all week.

She was younger in the footage, but already striking—pretty in that sharp, unreal way that made people look twice.

From the angle and grain, it looked like security camera footage pulled from a street corner. The quality was poor, no flattering filters, no soft lighting.

And yet when Maeve tilted her face up, it was like the camera caught her perfectly anyway—every angle, every line, unmistakable.

As if she knew the camera was there… and dared it to watch.

An angel's face.

A devil's act.

The moment of the blade entering the man's chest looked brutally real—no obvious edits, no fake effects.

Maeve had killed someone.

And she'd done it with a camera recording, in plain view.

The clip detonated online.

Maeve picked it up and scanned it. "So the school's expelling me."

Renfield's tone was sharp. "Aethelburg University is internationally respected. We take character seriously."

"You think a top institution is going to let a killer stay enrolled and drag everyone else's reputation down?"

Maeve looked up. "You're calling me a killer. Where's the proof?"

Renfield laughed like she'd told a joke. "That video circulating online—what, you think that isn't proof?"

Maeve slid the form back across the desk. "I'm not withdrawing."

Renfield slammed his palm on the desk. "You will. One way or another. We're not letting one bad apple spoil the entire bunch."

He snatched up the paper and flung it at her face.

He threw it hard—like he could shatter Maeve's "fake" composure with a single sheet.