The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Yvonne had been blissfully happy after dating Drew. But the moment Wyatt gave them his approval and gave his blessing for their marriage, that was the pinnacle of her joy.

In fact, Yvonne had always been hard on herself, seeing herself as inadequate and undeserving. She never truly believed she was worthy of Drew's love.

She had originally thought that if Wyatt did not approve of her, or worse, insisted on finding an elite, noble heiress for Drew, she would back off without a second thought. She would never put him in a difficult spot with his father. Her love for Drew was pure and selfless. She was willing to sacrifice everything for him.

But the truth was, the entire Thompson family welcomed her with open arms.

No one looked down on her because of her background. Instead, they showed empathy for her struggles.

Such kindness was a debt Yvonne could never fully repay, no matter how many years passed.

"Uncle Wyatt... Thank you. Thank you so much..." Yvonne said, eyes brimming with tears.

"Yvonne," Wyatt chuckled warmly. "I suppose you won't be calling me Uncle Wyatt for much longer. Once Drew is back, you'll need to start calling me Dad."

Feeling embarrassed, Yvonne blushed and looked down as she bit her lip.

Wyatt took a deep breath, and a shadow of pain crossed his face as he thought of Bella's mother. Deep down, he felt a constant ache.

He was doing his best, fulfilling every promise he had made to Yara. He had vowed to make sure all their children would be happy.

Bella had gone through so much to be with Justin, but fate was now cruelly separating them.

When would his precious daughter's life stop being so difficult?

please help our daughter," Wyatt

Park was fast asleep, Yvonne changed into a black tracksuit that allowed her to

black sports car Drew had given her, and quietly drove toward the back gate of Yara

gate, she was stopped

guard asked politely, "Ms. Yvonne, it's so

a faint smile. "I thought a

for a lady to be out alone this late.

"That's not

essary. I can handle

men can't take me down. Besides, I'll be

anyone's rest."

on the gas pedal and sped

Don't

was cold and distant as she drove, her

stretched endlessly into the dark. With it came a flood of

tide, they

from

every direction.

the steering wheel tightly, her teeth clenched as she raced toward

early hours of the

to a stop with

front of the sealed, abandoned gates