Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99

Third Person’s POV

The hearing was over, and Seraphina’s medical record was clean, but the internet wasn’t done.

The fire had just found fresh fuel.

The hashtag #AlphaCEOProtects Wife was steamrolling over the old insults. Mortimer’s public defense of Seraphina had flipped the script in a heartbeat.

“Craig CEO goes nuclear to back his wife; ‘Childhood Friend’ becomes a national joke.”

“Mortimer: ‘That slap wasn’t an insult to my wife-it was a challenge to the entire Craig line.””

The narrative was unrecognizable.

The mob that had spent the morning calling Seraphina a “homewrecker” was now hyper-fixated on the romance of a high- society power couple.

And then came the roasting of Vivian.

Vivian’s hardcore stans-the ones who had been screaming about “The Luna’s Private Life” just an hour ago-were suddenly quiet as mice. A few delusional holdouts tried to dig in.

“Are you guys blind? V was just worried about her brother. She never technically said she was Mrs. Craig.”

It was a pathetic last stand.

They were suffering from selective amnesia, ignoring the vitriol they’d spewed just sixty minutes prior.

“Nice try. The internet keeps receipts.”

“She didn’t ‘say’ it, but she liked every single comment calling her the ‘Future Luna.’ That’s a lie in any language.”

“Too late to unlike those posts now. Every PR disaster has been screen-recorded. See you in court.”

The backlash was turning into a bloodbath.

And that’s when a group of anonymous cybersecurity experts decided to end the game.

“Stop guessing. We traced the IP of the ‘insider’ account that leaked the first hit piece. Here’s the data.”

The report was surgical. The IP address of the account that started the harassment campaign was a 100% match for Vivian’s personal devices.

The bot farm that had been dragging Seraphina was being paid from an account tied to her name.

Vivian wasn’t just a participant; she was the director, the writer, and the lead troll.

“So she’s not just a stalker, she’s a sociopath?”

“God, even a jumbo-sized trash bag can’t hold this much garbage.”

“How do you attack the legal wife while playing the victim? Does she live in a different reality?”

Inside her bedroom, Vivian watched her follower count go into a freefall.

Ten thousand. Fifty thousand. A hundred thousand gone in an hour.

This made her feel an unprecedented sense of dread and panic.

She didn’t care about the followers. She cared about Mortimer.

Chapter DV

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If he saw the IP trace-if he realized she’d orchestrated a global hit on his mate-she was dead to him.

“What do I do? What do Ide?”

She was hyperventilating, her fingers white as she gripped her phone.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils blown wide.

The feeling of the world turning against her was like a cold blade to her throat.

As an omega who survived on the whims of the elite, being discarded by Mortimer meant she was nothing more than high- society roadkill.

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Meanwhile, the “insider” leaks kept coming.

Screenshots of her bank transfers to the bot farms were now top of the trending topics.

“The Davis heiress has enough money to buy a digital lynch mob, but not enough to buy some class.”

“Poor Mortimer. Imagine being hunted by a psycho like this for years.”

As the truth was revealed, the voices became overwhelmingly one-sided.

Even her most fanatical followers fell silent, powerless to fight back in the face of irrefutable evidence.

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