The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Tonight, the moonlight scattered a silvery-white glow across the ground.

The night breeze stirred, casting shadows that swayed outside the window.

Asher lowered his eyelashes, holding a cross in his hand as he stood devotedly before the altar, praying.

Since his lover's passing, he has performed this ritual daily, seeking self-redemption and repenting for his sins.

Countless times, he did it all for himself.

But now, as he stood once again before the altar, he could no longer see his own heart clearly.

Confusion and a sense of helplessness engulfed him.

With a long sigh, Asher turned around.

Just then, the church's grand doors burst open.

The next moment, a slender, graceful figure with fox-like eyes shimmering with mist stepped in, breaking through the desolate twilight and crashing into his gaze.

"Ash..."

Arnold stood alone in the hallway as the cold wind pierced his thin frame. Tears welled up in his narrow eyes. "You came all the way here to look for me... Why didn't you wait a little longer? Would it have killed you to wait a bit longer?"

Asher's heart jolted.

He froze. An unbearable emotion started burning fiercely in his bloodshot eyes.

how

uncontrollably. "I lost my phone... I dared not go to the KS Group's building to see you. I didn't dare go to Yara Park to see you... I didn't dare to contact anyone from your

"But... I was even more

many times had he said

the carefree, unrestrained Arnold who arrived from Meridan back then. He was so free-spirited

now, what had reduced him

and Larson families? Or was it Asher's own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the cruelty that had extinguished the rekindled flame of desire for the sake of the

unblinkingly at Arnold's tear-soaked face, his heart aching as if

I looked at your back from afar the last time I saw you standing

"But how could that be... I want to be with you.

"Dr. Larson."

"This is a church. Please don't say such things that go against God's will." "But I've already said it! If there really is a God, then let Him punish me

at his chest. "It hurts so much here. I don't care about the Larson family or divine retribution... What do those things matter

his eyes

did not feel the pain

felt the warm embrace

embrace he had searched for a long

thin shirt, Asher's hand

he exclaimed, his large hands

even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop

My father and brother must be looking for me right now. Once I step foot in any hospital, even the ones under the

shaking his