Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 191

A doctor rushed in to resuscitate him, and the camera jolted wildly as people crowded around.

After what felt like forever, Ansel's face drifted back into frame.

"Sorry. There was… a small accident just now. I thought I was dead. I didn't expect to get another chance."

He looked washed out on camera—cheeks sunken, eyes bruised with exhaustion—and that fragile, miserable version of Ansel stirred reluctant sympathy in the crowd.

No matter how disgusting he was, pretty privilege still worked in his favor.

And of course the internet did what it always did. Comments flooded in.

"He's so handsome."

"Pretty boy, don't cry."

Ansel kept going, voice thin but steady.

"I've seen Jenny's accusations. Even though Miss Turner has tried her hardest to point the finger at me, I still want to say I'm deeply sorry for everything she's suffered."

"By now, my doctors have issued critical updates more times than I can count."

"I can barely make it to the bathroom without help. So I'm asking you—what do you honestly think I'm capable of? How would I have the ability to physically assault Miss Turner?"

He let out a bitter, self-mocking smile.

"I never imagined things would come to this. When the doctors practically pronounced me dead, I thought my life was over."

"My mom and dad told me to be strong. They said my half-sister could give me a chance to live."

"To persuade her to save me, my father offered her millions—money, and a promise to make up for what he owed her as family."

"And I never would've believed it… but after she took what my father offered, she walked away and left me here to waste away in this hospital bed."

When Ansel choked up and tears slid down his cheeks, he looked even more pitiful.

"I didn't realize she was that vindictive. All I did was reject her, and she turned around and tried to destroy me online."

By then, his message was painfully clear.

A handsome, rich heir gets flirted with by nurses during a hospital stay. A girl from a struggling background sets her sights on a wealthy husband and mistakes him for her ticket out. She gets rejected, gets angry, decides to retaliate. And when Maeve was already being dragged online by the Morales family, Jenny conveniently rides the wave—faking photos, playing victim, soaking up sympathy.

True or not, the moment Ansel's wronged, sickly face filled the screen, he steered the narrative exactly where he wanted it. He sold the role of the dying innocent—and people bought it.

For people with no shame, the internet was a consequence-free place to indulge their worst impulses.

"Poor guy. Don't cry. Stay strong."

"Maeve belongs in hell."

"And that gold-digging Jenny should drop dead too."