The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Tonight, the moonlight scattered a silvery-white glow across the ground.

The night breeze stirred, casting shadows that swayed outside the window.

Asher lowered his eyelashes, holding a cross in his hand as he stood devotedly before the altar, praying.

Since his lover's passing, he has performed this ritual daily, seeking self-redemption and repenting for his sins.

Countless times, he did it all for himself.

But now, as he stood once again before the altar, he could no longer see his own heart clearly.

Confusion and a sense of helplessness engulfed him.

With a long sigh, Asher turned around.

Just then, the church's grand doors burst open.

The next moment, a slender, graceful figure with fox-like eyes shimmering with mist stepped in, breaking through the desolate twilight and crashing into his gaze.

"Ash..."

Arnold stood alone in the hallway as the cold wind pierced his thin frame. Tears welled up in his narrow eyes. "You came all the way here to look for me... Why didn't you wait a little longer? Would it have killed you to wait a bit longer?"

Asher's heart jolted.

He froze. An unbearable emotion started burning fiercely in his bloodshot eyes.

"You idiot... Do you know how hard I've been searching for you?"

to see you. I didn't dare

last words came out as a choked whisper. "But... I was even more afraid

many times had he said the

unrestrained Arnold who arrived from Meridan back then.

reduced

between the Thompson and Larson families? Or was it Asher's own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the cruelty that had extinguished the rekindled flame of

Arnold's tear-soaked face, his heart aching as if it

looked at your back from afar the last time I saw you standing under my window,

all his tears. "But how could that be... I want to be with you. I want to be

"Dr. Larson."

stiff as if he were speaking for the first time, "This is a church. Please don't say such things that go against God's will." "But I've already said it! If there really is a God, then let Him punish me and strike

forward a

his fingers hard

I don't care about the Larson family or divine retribution... What do those things matter compared to you? If there's retribution, then bring it on! If

closed his eyes and collapsed to the

not feel the pain

embrace of a

had searched for a

hand around his waist

fever?!" he exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's sweat-drenched forehead, finding it alarmingly hot. "It's

but his whole body ached too much to even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..."

and brother must

me right now. Once I step foot in any hospital,

under the Thompsons, they'lb

hold

his head vigorously.