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

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

can't he just

indeed. Justin deserved every bit of

lifeless figure, drained of vitality and spirit,

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

his pants and shoes were covered in

started raining just as Bella's

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

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

deeply Bella cherishes the idea of having kids? Do you realize

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 being a mother. Even when recalling her marriage with you, which was merely a facade, and your apathy toward her, she would call me late at night, crying

pierced by a poisoned blade, spreading agonizing pain throughout

red, and his shoulders