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?"

building to see you. I didn't dare go to Yara Park to see you... I didn't dare to contact anyone

came out as a choked whisper. "But... I

said the word "afraid" in one

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

what had reduced him

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

stared unblinkingly at Arnold's tear-soaked face, his

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

how could that be... I want to be

"Dr. Larson."

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

forward

his

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

eyes and collapsed to the

feel the

the warm embrace

he had searched for

thin shirt, Asher's hand around his waist

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

lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop fooling around! You have

father and brother

Once I step foot in any hospital, even the

under the Thompsons, they'lb

get hold of

shirt, shaking his head vigorously. "Some fever