The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2267

At that moment, a bitter, biting wind swept across Asher's face, as if slicing through the night.

"Matrix." The long-forgotten title echoed like a ghostly whisper from distant memories shrouded in blood and storms. Yet the mere sound of it sent shockwaves through Asher's chest, reverberating through every fiber of his being.

The voice had something familiar about it, but he could not place it.

"Who are you? A former subordinate from Overcast?" Asher turned his back to the others, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.

"Ash..." Bella, noticing the sudden shift in his expression, felt her heart clench with worry.

"Oh, Matrix, so quick to forget," Elio's voice slithered through the phone, cold and venomous, each word a stab to Asher's already frayed nerves. "It seems no one else matters to you except Kairos, right?"

"You're... Elio?!" Asher's mind raced, sharp pain clawing at his chest. The darkness outside pressed in like jagged walls, closing in from all directions, suffocating him.

Kairos was Asher's hidden love, the scar that had never fully healed. He had buried that pain deep-too deep to touch, too raw to confront.

different reason. The sudden call and Arnold's absence stirred an

cold laugh echoed through the line. "I'm sorry, Matrix. Did I interrupt your cozy little

are you planning to do?" Asher's hand clenched into a fist,

and he will never rest in peace. I won't let someone as pure as Dr. Larson fall for your disgusting lies. Every time I

on the verge of snapping. "Elio! I know... I know how much you've hated

it laughable to

and his voice cracked as he roared, "No!

the conversation, but Bella, knowing her brother's past all too well, felt a chilling horror creep through her body. Elio's laughter stopped abruptly, his voice now seething with fury. "He's not a substitute? Then what was Kairos? You promised that you'd die with him! But now, you've got a new lover and just tossed Kairos aside like he never meant anything! Your so-called 'love' is nothing but worthless garbage!

desperate to break free. Years of pent-up guilt and rage boiled over,

hissed with cold disdain. "Ever since Kairos's death, every day of my life

sounded again, low and chilling. "Your precious

let the words hang in the air for a moment before adding with an almost mocking

The line went dead.

thin layer of white. But Asher did not even stop to grab a coat. Without a second thought, he bolted from the villa,