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.

Don't push yourself,"

and used his arms to push himself up from the floor, taking slow steps towards the stairs. Justin watched his stubborn

about Yasmin, calling her his little follower with an arrogant

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

wardrobe, and a

and Dean, under

dared not move anything. They

of the desk and the neatly made bed,

evening gowns, each meticulously stored in plastic garment bags, all

up in his eyes as memories

whenever

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

was that

"Heh... But what does it matter? Someone like me does not

while Dean silently