The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan carried his beloved wife back to their bedroom.

In just a few swift movements, he removed the white cotton dress stained with paint from her body and carried her into the bathroom.

Steam filled the bathtub as Ryan carefully placed her inside. Afraid he could not control himself, he stayed by the tub, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt and gently wiping her delicate, fragile skin.

He noticed how the girl, once slightly plump from his care, had recently become thinner again. He had noticed her flat belly, delicate collarbones, and pointed chin.

Ryan pursed his lips tightly. He could not help but feel his heart ache.

Suddenly, he began to regret his decision.

If he had not taken on this task, he could have spent every day with Carrie. They could have lived a simple and happy life. Would that not be wonderful?

But if he had not fought for the position, the Hoffman Group would have fallen into Liam's hands eventually.

No.

Even if it meant destroying the group, Ryan could not let that beast have his way.

"Um..."

she was looking at Ryan's handsome face, she suddenly woke up,

Suddenly, water splashed everywhere.

surface, her slender arms tightly embracing his neck as she

tears fell on Ryan's shoulders as he held her smooth body in his arms, wishing he could embed her into his flesh and blood. He got scared. "What's wrong? Why are you crying all

asked nervously, but Carrie just kept

would put himself

She feared that she would wake up in the morning without Ryan by her

just wanted him to

on?" Carrie asked, her eyes red and

"So, you've missed me."

relief. He brushed his cool lips against her damp, delicate shoulder, kissing

just bear with it for a few more days.

they did not make

had been too exhausted lately. After getting into bed and holding his beloved

Carrie lay awake, eyes open, until

she pretended everything was normal, kneeling on

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