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

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 you trouble. I

whisper. "But... I was even more afraid of never seeing

times had he said the word

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

reduced him to

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

stared unblinkingly at Arnold's tear-soaked face, his heart

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

"But how could that be... I want to be with you. I want to be with you forever. I love you, Ash... I

"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 Him punish

Larson family or divine retribution... What do those things matter compared to

eyes

feel the pain

embrace of a man radiating

was the embrace he had

shirt, Asher's hand around his waist

you have a fever?!" he exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's sweat-drenched forehead, finding it alarmingly hot. "It's

him, but his whole body ached too much to even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop fooling around! You have a high fever. You need to go

looking for me right now. Once I step foot in any hospital, even the ones under the Thompsons, they'll

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