Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 899

The comment had raked in over thirty thousand likes, with countless netizens flooding the replies in agreement.

Andres was already utterly disgusted by Nancy's manipulative games. Seeing this comment brought all of his simmering fury to a boiling point. Without hesitation, he tagged 'WorldlyPetal' directly.

*Orca Group: She isn't worthy! @WorldlyPetal*

No one expected the official Orca Group account to break its silence in the middle of the night. Even more shocking was the fact that a massive corporate account was displaying such raw, unfiltered emotion.

The phrase "She isn't worthy!" immediately triggered an absolute frenzy among the night-owl netizens.

Some praised Andres for his domineering and aggressive stance. If he liked someone, he liked them; if he didn't, he was ruthless about it. He left absolutely no room for ambiguity. Any woman with an ounce of self-respect would understand she meant nothing to him after being publicly humiliated like that.

Others argued that Andres lacked basic tact. He was dragging the heiress of the Grover family. The Grovers' status in Aethelburg was practically legendary; even if they weren't vastly superior to the White family, they were certainly equals. If he didn't want to marry her, fine, but was it really necessary to throw such degrading words in her face on a public platform?

The internet brutally divided into two warring factions, with voices from both sides screaming over each other.

Andres couldn't care less about the ridiculous online debates. He set the phone down, his mind drifting back to an issue that had been haunting him—the sudden, inexplicable illness he had suffered over a year ago.

Both Hans and Murray claimed he had muttered bizarre things while feverish. For his two most trusted confidants to mistakenly believe he was still pining for Nancy, whatever he said must have been truly shocking. A fleeting thought brushed the edge of his consciousness, but the harder he tried to grasp it, the faster it slipped away.

Exhausted and entirely overwhelmed, Andres drifted off to sleep in his leather desk chair.

He fell into a strange, vivid dream.

In the dream, a man with the exact same face as his own walked slowly toward him. The man's smile, his voice, his posture—everything was identical. The man placed a heavy hand on his shoulder and spoke words he couldn't comprehend.

"My mission is complete. You have to walk the rest of this road for me."

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