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!"

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

twitched 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

can't he

Justin deserved

of vitality

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

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

it had started raining just as Bella's

downpour, running a long distance, only to miss catching a glimpse of

muttered remorsefully, his spirit shattered, "It's all my fault...

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

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

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

eyes were red, and