The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Watching Ryan embrace Carrie, Ralph felt a stinging sensation in his eye. He could not help but capture the moment on his phone. "Mr. Ralph, I'm curious. When did you realize it was us?" Dressed as the pink bunny mascot, Yasmin could not hold back her curiosity. "Maybe it's a cop's intuition."

Ralph did not tell Yasmin that he believed love was something one could never hide.

The moment he saw the dog mascot holding Carrie like a treasure, he knew it was Ryan.

"Please let Mr. Hoffman and Ms. Carrie spend a bit more time together. We promise not to disturb you again." Yasmin pleaded earnestly. "Don't worry about me. As long as Carrie is happy, that's all that matters." Ralph's voice was hoarse, as if filled with bitter sand.

Despite his reluctance, Ryan returned Carrie to Ralph's side.

He feared Carrie would find out about his disguise if he spent more time with her.

"Why are you crying?" Ralph gently asked Carrie, handing her a tissue.

"It's nothing. It's nothing..." Carrie murmured, wiping her puffy eyes.

Ralph knew why she was crying. His heart ached, but he still showed her a bright smile.

"Are you hungry? Let's go. I'll take you for some delicious food!"

The dog mascot watched them walk away. Then, it slowly turned and dragged itself in the opposite direction, its large head hanging low.

Yasmin followed Ryan to a secluded spot before removing her mascot head. Her black hair was plastered to her face with sweat as she took deep breaths of fresh air.

"Mr. Hoffman, you should take yours off, too. It's stifling. Mr. Hoffman?"

Yasmin called out to him twice. However, Ryan remained facing the wall, unresponsive.

Alarmed, she hurried forward and took off his headgear.

"Mr. Hoffman, you..."

moment, Yasmin's eyes

black hair stuck to his forehead. His chest heaved violently within the oversized costume, and his stunning eyes

sympathy, wanting to comfort Ryan but not knowing

body drained of all

difficult to approach that even being close

gap between the past and

"Why did she cry...?"

pause, Ryan finally spoke in a broken, hoarse

breath hitched. Just as she was about to respond, Ryan answered his own question. "Could it be that the dance reminded her of our past? Does Carrie still love me?" It

his unparalleled confidence

Young Madam still loves you. No one can replace you

could overcome all

He took a deep breath and said, with his back to Yasmin, "Let me spend a little

Ralph and Carrie watched a float

long-awaited fireworks show was about

reserved the best viewing spot in advance. The two of them stood side by

far away, Yasmin and Ryan, dressed in black coats, blended into the crowd. He gazed at Carrie's soft, beautiful figure and the delicate shoulders he once cherished. To Ryan, Carrie was more beautiful than

to the sky like a meteor, blossoming into the most brilliant flowers against the velvety night. "Wow... Ralph!

surprise as she pointed to the night sky. "It's so beautiful!

"Yeah, beautiful."

the fireworks. He stared intently at Carrie's delicate profile,

the chance to

just one more glance at her was precious

night sky and the crowd erupted in joyful cheers, Ralph could no

really like you. Will you be my

his words were clear and steady, the laughter around them quickly swallowed his

eyes reflected the fireworks above. She remained silent for a