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.

a newspaper caught his tear-blurred vision. It was

just past completing his coming-of-age ceremony, stood tall and majestic, following behind

him was the young Yasmin, dressed in a black bodyguard uniform, her hair tied in a

very clear, but the gaze of the young girl watching his back was bright and clear, shimmering with

I have someone I like and that I should tell you if I

keep following you, and you asked if I had ever thought about marriage. Actually, I am already married. I silently married

into heart-wrenching sobs, making

who had watched him day in and day out with women, not be in

be such a steadfast person in

there is an

there is an afterlife, I hope you can be my sister. I will protect your happiness for a

Justin and Dean, Yasmin packed 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

was originally broken and could not be turned on, but it was repaired

opened the photo album and was instantly

last photo in the album was of him dressed in a