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..."

next moment, Yasmin's eyes

stuck to his forehead. His chest heaved violently within the oversized costume, and his stunning eyes were red and swollen. They could barely stay open. Ryan's sweat and tears had nearly soaked through the

to comfort Ryan but not

hands against the wall, his body drained of all strength. He was

difficult to approach that even being

between the past and present was almost unbearable

"Why did she cry...?"

long pause, Ryan finally

to respond, Ryan answered his own question. "Could it be that the dance reminded her of our past? Does Carrie

his unparalleled confidence in this entanglement

Young Madam still loves you. No one can replace you

overcome all

corner of his eyes. He took a deep breath and

Ralph and Carrie

night fell, the long-awaited fireworks

of them stood side by side, eagerly gazing at the

soft, beautiful figure and the delicate shoulders he once cherished. To Ryan, Carrie was more beautiful than

up to the sky like a meteor, blossoming into the most brilliant flowers against the velvety night.

with surprise as she pointed to the

"Yeah, beautiful."

in the fireworks. He

the chance to be with her like

he did, even just one more glance at her

erupted in joyful cheers, Ralph could no longer contain his

like you.

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

eyes reflected the fireworks above. She remained silent