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!"

Dean hurriedly rushed to support him, only to hear the

tears streaming from his tightly closed eyes, hitting

Dean and I handle the organizing. Don't push yourself," Justin said, holding his trembling

the floor, taking slow steps towards the

remembered their younger days-how Ryan would always boast about Yasmin, calling her his little follower with an

just Ryan's loyal subordinate. She was the person who cared most for him-his dearest friend, someone he trusted with

and a

They stood at the doorway, watching Ryan's fingers gently trace the surface of the desk and the neatly made bed, feeling Yasmin's lingering

wardrobe door and looked at the exquisite evening gowns, each

welled up in his eyes as memories flooded

gown with a tearful smile. "I still remember stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous men could not take their eyes off her, and every time I took her out, I would come back inexplicably furious. It was not romantic jealousy, just the feeling