The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In an instant, Ryan felt the entire room was eerily silent, as if in a vacuum. Besides his own heartbeat, he heard nothing.

The diary was yellowed with age, a testament to the many years Yasmin had used it.

Ryan's fingers trembled as he carefully turned the pages. Although Yasmin had never received a formal education, her writing was neat, even showing a masculine strength. It closely resembled Ryan's own handwriting.

Ryan's writing had been taught to him by his father from a young age. Being around him day and night, Yasmin had naturally been influenced. Perhaps her admiration for him was so deep that she unconsciously mimicked his handwriting, hoping to bridge the gap between them.

Yasmin did not write every day. What she recorded were moments that were significant to her.

[Today, I followed Young Master to Mr. Finn's funeral. With Mr. Finn gone, the burden of the family now falls on Young Master. The road ahead will be hard, but there is no need to fear. I am here. Mr. Finn, rest assured. Even if the sky falls, I will protect Young Master without hesitation.]

[Recently, Young Master seems different from before. He smiles for no reason even while eating. Could it be that he is in love? Who is the lady who has opened Young Master's closed heart? I would love to meet her.]

[Ms. Carrie is a lovely girl. She deserves Young Master. Truly a person with great taste!]

[Young Master, this is the 14th Thanksgiving I have spent with you. I used to not understand the meaning of reunion, but now that you have a wife, such festivals hold special significance for you. They also hold special meaning for me.]

[Young Master, the moon tonight is beautiful. Just like the love I have for you, an affection I can never speak of.]

as he held the diary. Tears, swollen with pain, dripped onto

a newspaper caught his tear-blurred

and majestic, following behind Logan, exuding the presence of a

closely behind him was the young Yasmin, dressed in a black bodyguard uniform, her hair tied in a high ponytail. Back then, she lacked the mature charm of today, with her face still retaining some baby

gaze of the young girl watching his back was bright and clear, shimmering with gentle radiance. She was always watching over

casually asked me if I have someone I like and that I should tell you if I do, so you can help me vet

following you, and you asked if I had ever thought about marriage. Actually, I am already married. I silently married you in my heart.]

chest, slowly crouching down as his tears flowed uncontrollably. At first, it was a whimper, gradually turning into heart-wrenching sobs, making it hard for him to breathe. Yasmin had loved him deeply for

in

a steadfast person in

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hope you can be my sister. I will protect your happiness for a lifetime. Let us

up her belongings. There were only two boxes, as if the girl could vanish from Ryan's life at any moment. Only the pink diary was kept close to his chest, treasured as

with reddened eyes, handed Yasmin's phone to him. "It was originally broken and could not be turned on, but it was repaired

photo album and was instantly overwhelmed with sorrow, barely

dressed in a