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!"

gasped for breath. "What's the point of hitting him?! Can it bring back what

can never have children again! She's lost the chance to be a mother forever! And it's all because of you! Justin... Why

he

Justin deserved every bit of

appeared like a lifeless figure, drained of vitality and spirit, his features bleak and

could not help but notice Justin's pitiful appearance. Justin's wet, dark hair dripped

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

it had started raining just as

running a long distance, only to miss catching a glimpse of

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

of having kids? Do you realize how

years of being your wife, she told us countless times that she dreamed of being a mother. Even when recalling her marriage with you, which was merely a facade, and your apathy toward her, she would call me

heart clenched violently, as if pierced by a poisoned blade, spreading agonizing pain

eyes were red, and his shoulders