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

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 you trouble. I was afraid of

"But... I

times had he said the word

from Meridan back then. He

reduced him to

own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the cruelty that had extinguished the rekindled flame of desire for the sake

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

I saw you standing under my window, I was so scared that it would be the last time I ever saw

be... I want to be with

"Dr. Larson."

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 is a God,

his chest. "It hurts so much here. I don't care about the Larson family or divine retribution... What do those things matter compared to you? If there's retribution,

eyes

not feel the

embrace of a man radiating

had searched

shirt, Asher's hand around his

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

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

foot in any hospital, even the ones under the Thompsons, they'll immediately get

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