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.

organizing. Don't push yourself," Justin said, holding his trembling shoulders, his own

Ryan wiped his tears harshly and used his arms to push himself up from the floor, taking slow steps towards the stairs.

about Yasmin, calling

truth, Justin knew that Yasmin was not just 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 had

and simple, with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, showing no sign that it had belonged to

Dean, under

not move anything. They stood at the

trace the surface of the desk and the neatly made bed, feeling

gowns, each

his eyes as

whenever I

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

does it matter? Someone like me does not deserve a sister as

while Dean silently