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!"

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

can never have children again! She's lost

he just

deserved every bit of

like a lifeless figure, drained of

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

drenched, and his pants and shoes were covered in mud, rendering

raining just as Bella's

heavy downpour, running a long distance, only

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

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

she told us countless times that she dreamed of being a mother. Even when recalling her marriage with you, which was merely

violently, as if pierced by a poisoned blade, spreading agonizing

and his shoulders shuddered