The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan carried his beloved wife back to their bedroom.

In just a few swift movements, he removed the white cotton dress stained with paint from her body and carried her into the bathroom.

Steam filled the bathtub as Ryan carefully placed her inside. Afraid he could not control himself, he stayed by the tub, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt and gently wiping her delicate, fragile skin.

He noticed how the girl, once slightly plump from his care, had recently become thinner again. He had noticed her flat belly, delicate collarbones, and pointed chin.

Ryan pursed his lips tightly. He could not help but feel his heart ache.

Suddenly, he began to regret his decision.

If he had not taken on this task, he could have spent every day with Carrie. They could have lived a simple and happy life. Would that not be wonderful?

But if he had not fought for the position, the Hoffman Group would have fallen into Liam's hands eventually.

No.

Even if it meant destroying the group, Ryan could not let that beast have his way.

"Um..."

was

Suddenly, water splashed everywhere.

slender arms tightly embracing

arms, wishing he could embed her into his flesh and blood. He got scared. "What's wrong?

nervously, but Carrie

She feared that Ryan would put himself in danger for

of night. She feared that she would wake up in the morning without Ryan by her side and that he would

she just wanted

come home earlier from now on?" Carrie asked,

"So, you've missed me."

relief. He brushed his cool lips against her damp, delicate shoulder, kissing her body inch by inch@ntil he lightly

more days. Soon, we can

they did not

into bed and holding

awake, eyes

morning, she pretended everything was normal, kneeling on the bed to fix Ryan's

finding them constricting. His suits were mostly casual, and on his well-built frame, they exuded a languid