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?"

back. However, as soon as he saw his beloved, 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

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

he said the word "afraid" in one

arrived from Meridan back then. He was

had reduced

indecision, and the cruelty that had extinguished

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

back from afar the last time I saw you standing under

his tears. "But how could that be... I want to be with you. I want to be with you forever. I love you,

"Dr. Larson."

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 punish

forward a

jabbing his

you? If there's retribution, then bring it on! If the

Arnold closed his eyes and collapsed to the

feel the pain he

warm embrace of a man radiating

embrace he had searched for a

the thin shirt, Asher's hand around his waist was burning

exclaimed, his large hands

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

father and brother must

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