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.

idiot... Do you know how hard I've been

holding back. However, 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 go to Yara Park to see you... I didn't dare to contact anyone from your family or my aunt... I was afraid of causing

choked whisper. "But... I was even more

had he said the word "afraid" in one

arrived from Meridan

now, what had reduced him to

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

face, his heart

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

draining all his tears. "But how could that be... I want to be

"Dr. Larson."

speaking for the first time, "This is a church. Please don't say such things that go against God's will." "But I've already said it! If

about the Larson family or divine retribution... What do those things matter compared to you? If there's

eyes and collapsed

feel the

he felt the warm embrace of a man radiating

was the embrace he had searched

the thin shirt, Asher's hand around his waist was

exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's sweat-drenched forehead, finding it

wanted to hug him, but his whole body ached too much to even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..."

right now. Once I step foot in any hospital, even the ones under

clutched the man's shirt, shaking his head vigorously.