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

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

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

he said the

carefree, unrestrained Arnold who arrived from Meridan back then. He

what had reduced him to

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

his heart aching as if it had

I saw you standing under my window, I

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

"Dr. Larson."

as he spoke, his words stiff as if he were 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 there really

those things matter compared to you? If there's retribution, then bring it on! If

his eyes

feel the

embrace of a man

had

hand

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

even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes

Once I step foot in any hospital, even

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