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.

and I handle the organizing. Don't push yourself," Justin said, holding

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

younger days-how Ryan would always boast about Yasmin, calling her his little follower with an

most for him-his dearest friend, someone he trusted with his life. They arrived at

with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, showing

Dean, under

not move anything. They stood at

of the desk and

the wardrobe door and looked at the exquisite evening gowns,

eyes as memories flooded his

whenever I had

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

It was that kind

at himself and said, "Heh... But what does it matter? Someone like me does not deserve a

ached, while Dean silently cried