The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Asher..."

Justin felt as if his throat was crushed by a giant wheel, leaving his voice so hoarse that it was barely audible.

"Justin Salvador!"

With eyes blazing crimson with anger, Asher surged forward like a wild beast, heading straight for the motionless Justin.

As Asher's fists approached Justin's cheek, the latter remained unmoved.

Justin thought, 'Go ahead, hit me. I deserve it.'

Even if Asher beat him to death, Justin would not have uttered a word of complaint.

"Asher! Don't do it!"

Just as Asher's iron fist was about to strike Justin, Arnold intervened, wrapping his arms tightly around Asher from behind!

"Let go of me!" Asher bit his lip until it bled, yet it was his heart that was bleeding.

"I won't!"

Asher's waist as he gasped for breath. "What's the point of

embrace, tears welling up again. "Why can't he just disappear?! My sister... She can never have children again! She's lost

he

indeed. Justin deserved every bit

lifeless figure, drained of vitality and spirit, his features

help but notice Justin's pitiful appearance. Justin's wet, dark hair dripped with water, droplets tracing paths down his once handsome

impeccable suit had become thoroughly drenched, and his pants and shoes were covered in mud, rendering them unrecognizably

started raining just as Bella's father took her

the heavy downpour, running a long distance, only

remorsefully, his spirit shattered, "It's all my

do you know how deeply Bella cherishes the idea of having kids? Do you realize how much she yearned to have a

she dreamed of being a mother.

spreading agonizing pain

and his shoulders