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!"

"What's the point

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

he just

Justin deserved every

a lifeless figure, drained of vitality and spirit,

pitiful appearance. Justin's wet, dark hair dripped with water,

pants and shoes were covered in mud, rendering them

started raining just as Bella's

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

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

kids? Do you realize

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 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 throughout his body and overwhelming

and his shoulders