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?"

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

"But... I was even

said the word "afraid" in one

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

had reduced him to this

ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the cruelty that had

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

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

be... I want to be with you. I

"Dr. Larson."

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 Him

forward

jabbing his fingers

you? If there's retribution,

Arnold closed his eyes and collapsed to the

not feel the

embrace

embrace he had searched for

the thin shirt, Asher's hand around his

large hands covering Arnold's sweat-drenched forehead, finding

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

My father and brother must

step foot in any

under the Thompsons, they'lb

get hold

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