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!"

trembled around Asher's waist as he gasped for breath. "What's the point of hitting him?! Can it bring back

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

can't he

indeed. Justin deserved

like a lifeless figure, drained of vitality and

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

thoroughly drenched, and his pants and shoes were covered in mud, rendering them unrecognizably

had started raining just as Bella's father took her

after the Thompsons' car in the heavy downpour, running a long

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

idea of having kids? Do you realize

towering figure of strength, now broke down 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

by a poisoned blade, spreading agonizing pain throughout his body and overwhelming his

were red, and his shoulders