The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Is it Ms. Bethany Salvador?"

In a foreign land, hearing her native language made Bethany slowly stop crying. She lifted her tear-soaked, swollen face.

The man before her was dressed impeccably in a suit but was completely unfamiliar to her.

"How do you know me?"

Bethany suddenly kneeled before him, devoid of dignity, clasping her hands together as she wept and pleaded, "Are you... Are you someone my father sent to help me? Please... Take me back to Savrow. I can't stay in this hellhole for another day! I'm sick-very sick! If I don't get treatment, I won't survive! How could my father abandon his own daughter to die?!"

The man remained expressionless. "I'm sorry, Ms. Salvador, but I'm not sent by your father."

Bethany slumped back down, her expression a mix of disappointment and despair.

"However, someone does want to see you."

With her mind too muddled to think clearly and consumed by hopelessness, Bethany followed the man to a luxurious car. As the car door opened, the first thing she saw was a pair of expensive silver satin high heels with delicate, pristine ankles.

ragged clothes, feeling a wave of shame. She instinctively shrank back. Those high heels were from a brand she used to love. Now, she could

Bethany climbed into the

presence. Bethany felt an instant surge of goodwill toward her. "Hello, Ms. Salvador, it's a pleasure

inexplicably welled up in her eyes and started streaming down her

change in her life and the sudden diagnosis of a terminal illness. After

quickly handed her a tissue,

Bethany said, wiping her nose. "May I

woman smiled slightly. "You can call me Ms.

"Gold...?"

smile, Bethany sniffed. "I used to know someone really annoying with that last name. But you

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business today and saw you by chance. Seeing your current situation made me curious, so I followed you to learn more. As a fellow Savrow native, I want