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?"

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

a choked whisper. "But... I was even more afraid of

times had he said the word "afraid"

recalled the carefree, unrestrained Arnold who arrived from Meridan back then. He was so free-spirited

had reduced him to

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

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

the last time I saw you standing under my window, I was so scared that

I want to be with you. I want to be with you forever. I love you, Ash... I

"Dr. Larson."

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

forward a

jabbing his fingers

here. 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 the sky falls, I'll

closed his eyes and collapsed

feel the pain he

felt the warm embrace of a man radiating

had

hand around his

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

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

My father and

for me right now. Once I step foot in any

under the Thompsons, they'lb

get hold of

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