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!"

"What's the point of hitting him?! Can it bring back what Bella's lost?!" "But...

She can never have children again! She's

he

deserved every bit of

of vitality and

could not help but notice Justin's pitiful appearance. Justin's wet, dark hair dripped with water, droplets tracing paths down his once

become thoroughly drenched, and his pants and shoes were covered in

raining just as Bella's father took her

the heavy downpour, running a long

spirit shattered, "It's all my fault... I'm to blame for this...

cherishes the idea of having kids?

in tears, which streamed down his face uncontrollably. "Throughout the three years of being your wife, she told us countless times that she dreamed of

heart clenched violently, as if pierced by a poisoned blade, spreading agonizing pain throughout his body and overwhelming his senses

red, and his shoulders