The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan slowly stepped into the living room, his reddened eyes scanning the surroundings. Everything looked the same as before, as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Hoffman, you are back."

A gentle and respectful voice, ethereal and melodious, floated into his ears.

Ryan's face instantly lit up with a warm smile, and he reflexively responded, "I'm back."

However, he would never hear the next sentence again.

With a thud, Ryan could no longer hold himself up. His once proud and tall frame collapsed, his knees hitting the floor as he curled into a cocoon.

"Ryan!"

"Mr. Hoffman!"

Justin and Dean hurriedly rushed to support him, only to hear the faint sound of droplets hitting the floor.

Ryan buried his head deeply, large tears streaming from his tightly closed eyes, hitting the floor like falling rain.

the organizing. Don't push yourself,"

from the floor, taking slow steps towards the stairs. Justin watched his stubborn yet

days-how Ryan would always boast about Yasmin, calling

person who cared most for him-his dearest friend, someone he trusted with

wardrobe, and a desk, showing no sign that it had belonged to a

and Dean, under

helping, dared not move anything. They stood at the

Ryan's fingers gently trace the surface of the desk and the neatly

and looked at the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously stored in plastic garment bags, all

in his eyes

the past, whenever

gathering, needing a female companion, it was always Yasmin by my side," Ryan said, pulling bright red evening gown with a tearful smile. "I still remember stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous men could not take their eyes off her, and every time I took her out, I would come back inexplicably furious. It was not romantic jealousy, just the feeling of having my

that

But what does it matter?

heart ached, while Dean silently cried