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..."

slowly opened her eyes. Just as she realized she was looking at Ryan's handsome face, she suddenly woke up,

Suddenly, water splashed everywhere.

the water's surface, her slender arms tightly embracing his neck

embed her into his flesh

asked nervously, but Carrie just

would put himself in danger for her sake

darkness of night. She feared that she would wake up in the morning without Ryan

she just wanted him to be

now on?" Carrie asked, her eyes red and full of

"So, you've missed me."

delicate shoulder, kissing her body

a few more days. Soon, we can be together

they did not

bed and holding his beloved

awake, eyes open, until

normal, kneeling on the bed to

be as meticulous as Justin in fashion. He also did not like wearing ties, finding them constricting. His suits were mostly casual, and on his well-built frame, they exuded a languid yet