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," Justin said, holding his trembling shoulders, his own

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

boast about Yasmin, calling her his little follower with an arrogant

Ryan's loyal subordinate. She was the person who cared most for him-his dearest friend, someone he trusted with his life. They arrived at the room where Yasmin

and a

and Dean, under

not move anything. They stood at the

of the desk and the neatly made bed,

at the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously stored in

his eyes as memories flooded

past, whenever I

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

that kind

himself and said, "Heh... But what does it matter? Someone like

heart ached, while Dean silently cried several rounds of