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?"

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 dare go to Yara Park to see you... I didn't dare to contact anyone from your family or my aunt... I was afraid of causing

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

times had he said the word "afraid" in one

unrestrained Arnold who arrived from

had reduced

it the enmity 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 desire for the sake of

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

saw you standing under my window, I was so

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

"Dr. Larson."

he spoke, his words 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

forward a

jabbing his fingers

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 the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you... If we go to hell, I'll go

closed his eyes and collapsed to the

feel the

warm embrace

embrace he had searched

Asher's hand around his waist was

hands covering Arnold's

lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted

father and

Once I step foot

under the Thompsons, they'lb

get hold of

shaking his head vigorously.