The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2268

Asher could not bear to imagine what his world would be like without Arnold. If he lost Arnold, it would be as if the sky collapsed, leaving nothing but a desolate wasteland behind.

Gasping for breath, Asher rushed into the villa, his heart pounding. The place was cold, dark, and eerily silent.

Immediately, the buried memories he had long suppressed surged back with overwhelming force. Gripping his chest, he tried in vain to suppress the crushing pain.

Since Kairos's death, he had not set foot in this villa-not even once. His lover had died at the height of their affection. The gut-wrenching guilt and sorrow of that moment were emotions only someone who had lived through such devastation could understand.

But now was not the time for sadness.

Desperation took over as Asher called out for Arnold and frantically searched room by room.

When he reached the second floor and saw the light on in the private cinema, his heart raced. He rushed inside.

"Arnold!"

for Arnold, who sat motionless on the sofa, his eyes vacant. White roses lay scattered at his feet, their petals strewn across the

screen, the intimate video of Asher and Kairos continued to play on a loop, though the sound had been

pale lips curling into a

laughing

himself between Arnold and the video, trying to block his view. "Elio

if 99% of his words are lies, this one is

slowly raised his swollen eyelids, his tear-filled gaze locking onto Asher's sweat-soaked face. His smile

painfully. "That's not

and heavy, like someone who had walked a long, exhausting journey only to reach the end utterly drained. "He was

me, when you held me... You were thinking of him, weren't you? You were just grateful you

matter what... No matter how similar we are... It's

shook his head, unable to deny

rather die than live as a substitute." With those words, Amold pulled out a white rose from behind him.

Asher could react, Arnold pressed the stem against his delicate cheek, dragging it across his skin with a swift,

the rose had cut him-a

Do I still look like him?" Arnold asked, smiling