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?"

Group's building to see you. I didn't dare go to Yara Park

out as a choked whisper. "But... I was even more afraid of never seeing

times had he said

who arrived from Meridan back then. He

what had reduced

indecision, and the cruelty that had extinguished the rekindled flame of

tear-soaked face, his heart aching as

I'm scared... When I looked at your back from afar the last time I saw you standing under my window, I was so

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

"Dr. Larson."

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

staggered forward a

his fingers

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

closed his eyes

did not feel the pain

he felt the warm embrace of

was the embrace he had searched for a

thin shirt, Asher's hand around his waist was

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

too much to even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop fooling around! You

father and brother

for me right now. Once I step foot

under the Thompsons, they'lb

hold of

shirt, shaking his head vigorously. "Some fever