The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Shannon recalled her life, which was undoubtedly glorious. But each step she took to climb higher required someone to become her climbing stone, someone to pay for her vanity. Mary was the first person she killed.

Unexpectedly, it was this woman, who had been dead for twenty years, who ultimately gave her the fatal blow. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The truth was that Shannon had regretted it long ago.

That woman did not have to die. What would it have mattered if Mary had lived?

But at that time, it was as if Shannon had been possessed, consumed with hatred for Mary, acting arrogantly because she had Gregory's love. Shannon thought she could control the world under that man's protection.

In the end, the love Gregory gave her was nothing but a ridiculous mirage.

Shannon grabbed her hair with both hands, fiercely pulling out strands of gray hair with such force that the pain sobered her up, letting her see through Gregory's selfish and cold nature. He never loved her.

Shannon also did not believe that he had truly loved Mary.

Otherwise, how could he accept that Mary committed suicide so easily twenty years ago?

One day... You will get your karma... You will pay for your indifference! I will be

The day passed.

have

only cuffed when she walked into the visitor's room, but her feet were

of her eyes caused her sight to deteriorate rapidly, making her unable to distinguish people three meters

gaunt and wilted. She wanted to refuse, but now, with no one left to care about in the world, she was curious to see who had the

"Mom..."

and with the sound of shackles clanking, she stumbled toward the

blurred vision, Carrie's fair

hands pressing against the glass with full force. She opened her mouth and asked tentatively after a while "Carrie? Is that

unfamiliar face of her mother, her eyes reddening.

held his girlfriend's slightly trembling shoulders,

could not believe that the woman before him, with hair as dry as withered grass and a face mottled like peeling paint, was the once glamorous, youthful wife of

Shannon's chest heaved heavily,

streaming down