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 Bella's

with anger as he struggled 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 to be a mother forever! And it's

he

deserved

drained of vitality

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

impeccable suit had become thoroughly drenched, and his pants and shoes were

it had started raining

Thompsons' car in the heavy downpour, running a long distance, only

all my

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

she told us countless times that she dreamed of being a

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

were red, and