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

words came out as a choked whisper. "But... I was even more afraid of

many times had he said

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

what had reduced

enmity between the Thompson and Larson families? Or was it Asher's own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the cruelty that had extinguished

tear-soaked face, his heart aching as if

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 last time

I want to be with you.

"Dr. Larson."

Please don't say such things that go against God's will." "But I've already said

staggered forward

his fingers hard

much 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

closed his eyes and collapsed to

did not feel the pain he

he felt the warm embrace of a man radiating

he had searched for a long

thin shirt, Asher's hand around his waist

have a fever?!" he exclaimed, 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!

father and

step foot

under the Thompsons, they'lb

hold of

shaking his head