The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Astrid's face contorted ferociously, her gaze fixed firmly on Christopher's delicate yet despicable face.

"Help me? Haha, they're animals, but aren't you the same, Christopher? Yes, you are... You're a damn snake! Even worse than them!"

Christopher showed no trace of anger. Instead, his smile deepened. "I may not be a saint, but even beasts have some loyalty. I've always been reluctant to be too ruthless toward my own flesh and blood. So, I want to help you, Astrid. Besides, who else is thinking of you now besides me? In this god-forsaken place, do you still consider yourself a member of the Iverson family?"

Seeing that Astrid was still resisting his so-called "help", Christopher decided to deliver a fatal blow.

"Astrid, think about it. How did you and your husband end up in this miserable situation? Who's to blame for it all?”

Astrid's anger surged, her voice hoarse. "The Thompson family... It's the Thompson family getting back at me! That bitch, Bella, is responsible for it!"

Christopher's pale lips curved slightly, shaking his head. "But you messed with Wyatt's daughter. He had spared your life on account of the decades of friendship between our families. But isn't Charles the root of all this?"

"Charles..."

she had been so focused on the Thompson family that she almost forgot

retaliated against us. If he hadn't been so foolish and arrogant from the start, you and your husband would still be living in

defense? He conveniently shifted all the blame onto you and let you take the fall, while he comfortably sought refuge at home in comfort. Can you swallow this humiliation? I can barely stand to watch anymore,

playing

seeming lost in thought. Her eyes were visibly redder as her

are you

you're willing to show in our cooperation," Christopher replied, elegantly crossing his legs. Now, the initiative was entirely in

teeth were grinding so hard it seemed they might shatter. "I...

he's dead, it's all over, and there's no more suffering,"

to the glass, and a sinister smile played on his lips. "You need to make him wish for death but be unable to get it. You want him to hate you every day of his life,