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?"

as he saw his beloved, tears flowed uncontrollably. "I lost my phone... I dared not go to the KS Group's building to see you. I didn't

as a choked whisper. "But... I

said

Arnold who arrived from Meridan

reduced him

it the enmity between the Thompson and Larson families? Or was it Asher's own ambivalence, his wavering indecision,

face, his heart

When I looked at your back from afar the last time I saw you standing under my window, I was so scared that it would be

uncontrollably, draining all his tears. "But how could that be... I want to be

"Dr. Larson."

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

staggered forward

jabbing his fingers hard

those things matter compared to you? If there's retribution, then bring it on! If the sky

eyes and

feel the pain

embrace

he had searched for a

shirt, Asher's hand around his waist was burning

fever?!" he exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's sweat-drenched forehead,

but his whole body ached too much to even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop fooling around! You have a high fever.

and brother

for me right now. Once I step foot

under the Thompsons, they'lb

hold of

clutched the man's shirt, shaking his head vigorously. "Some fever