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.]

diary.

clipped from a newspaper caught his tear-blurred vision. It was from ten years ago, during

coming-of-age ceremony, stood tall and majestic, following behind Logan,

tied in a high ponytail. Back then, she lacked the mature charm of today, with her face

girl watching his back was bright and clear, shimmering with gentle radiance. She was always watching

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

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

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 so many years. Yet he,

deeply and knew well the pain of unrequited love. How could Yasmin, who had watched him day in and

person in this world? What was so special about

is an

"If there is an afterlife, I hope you can be my sister. I will protect your happiness for a lifetime. Let us meet again in another way. You

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

with reddened eyes, handed Yasmin's phone to him. "It was originally broken and could not be turned on, but it was repaired by Young Master Ralph's technicians at the police station. The screen was replaced. Please keep

the photo album and was instantly

him dressed in a dog costume, Yasmin in a rabbit costume, and Carrie