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.

know how hard I've been

as soon as he saw his beloved, tears flowed uncontrollably. "I lost my phone... I dared not go to the KS Group's building to see you. I didn't dare

as a choked whisper. "But... I was even more afraid of

many times had he said the word

arrived from Meridan back then. He

reduced

between the Thompson and Larson families? Or was it Asher's own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the cruelty that

Arnold's tear-soaked face, his heart aching as if it had

scared... When I looked at your back from afar the last time I saw you standing under my window, I was so

that be... I want to be with you. I want

"Dr. Larson."

were speaking for the first time, "This is a church. Please don't say such things that go against God's will."

I don't care about the Larson family or divine retribution... What do those things matter compared to you? If there's retribution, then

closed his eyes and collapsed

he did not feel

the warm embrace of

he had searched for a

shirt, Asher's hand around his waist was burning

he exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's sweat-drenched forehead, finding it alarmingly hot. "It's

body ached too much to even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop fooling around!

now. Once I step foot in any hospital, even the ones under the Thompsons, they'll immediately get hold of

the man's shirt, shaking his head vigorously. "Some fever