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?"

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

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

said the

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

now, what had reduced

it Asher's own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the cruelty that had extinguished the rekindled flame of desire for the

his heart aching as if

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

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

"Dr. Larson."

"This is a church. Please don't say such things

forward

steps, jabbing his

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

his eyes and collapsed to the

did not feel the pain he

the warm embrace of a

was the embrace he had searched for a long

hand around

fever?!" he exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's

"Seeing you makes everything

My father and brother must

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

under the Thompsons, they'lb

get hold of

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