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

to see you. I didn't

choked whisper. "But... I was

said the word "afraid"

recalled the carefree, unrestrained Arnold who arrived from Meridan back then. He was so free-spirited and

reduced him to this

was it Asher's own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the

Arnold's tear-soaked face, his heart

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

be... I want to be with you. I want to be with you forever. I love

"Dr. Larson."

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, then let

forward a couple of steps, jabbing his fingers hard at 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, then bring it on! If the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you... If

eyes and collapsed

did not feel the pain

warm embrace of a

he had searched

thin shirt, Asher's hand around his

fever?!" he exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's sweat-drenched forehead,

lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop fooling around! You

be looking for me right now. Once I step foot in

man's shirt, shaking his head vigorously.