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!"

as he gasped for breath. "What's the point of hitting him?! Can it

sister... She can never have children again! She's lost the chance to be

can't he

indeed. Justin deserved every bit of

of vitality and spirit, his features

wet, dark hair dripped with water, droplets tracing paths down his

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

turned out, it had started raining just as Bella's

running a long distance, only to miss

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

do you know how deeply Bella cherishes the idea of having kids? Do you

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

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

and his