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 hard I've been searching for

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

came out as a choked whisper. "But... I was even

said the

arrived from Meridan back then. He was so free-spirited

now, what had reduced

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

at Arnold's tear-soaked face, his

looked at your back from afar the last time I saw you standing under my window, I

cried uncontrollably, draining all his tears. "But how could that be... I want to be with you. I want to be with

"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

I don't care about the Larson family or divine retribution... What do those things matter compared to you? If there's retribution, then bring it on! If the sky falls, I'll hold it up

eyes and

feel the pain

the warm embrace of a man radiating

had searched for a

shirt, Asher's hand around his waist was

have a fever?!" he exclaimed, his large hands covering

lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop fooling around! You have a high fever. You need

I step foot in any hospital, even the ones under the

the man's shirt, shaking his