The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan slowly stepped into the living room, his reddened eyes scanning the surroundings. Everything looked the same as before, as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Hoffman, you are back."

A gentle and respectful voice, ethereal and melodious, floated into his ears.

Ryan's face instantly lit up with a warm smile, and he reflexively responded, "I'm back."

However, he would never hear the next sentence again.

With a thud, Ryan could no longer hold himself up. His once proud and tall frame collapsed, his knees hitting the floor as he curled into a cocoon.

"Ryan!"

"Mr. Hoffman!"

to hear the faint sound of droplets

his head deeply, large tears streaming from his tightly closed eyes, hitting the floor like

handle the organizing. Don't push yourself," Justin said, holding his trembling shoulders, his own

arms to push himself up from the floor, taking slow steps towards the stairs. Justin watched his stubborn yet fragile back, feeling

about Yasmin, calling her his little

was not just Ryan's loyal subordinate. She was the person who cared most for him-his dearest friend, someone he trusted with his life.

a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, showing no sign

under the pretense of helping, dared not move anything. They stood at the doorway, watching Ryan's fingers gently trace the surface of the

opened the wardrobe door and looked at the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously stored

in his eyes as memories flooded

was always Yasmin by my side," Ryan said, pulling bright red evening gown with a tearful smile. "I still remember stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous