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!"

him, only to hear the

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

push yourself," Justin said, holding his

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

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

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

and a desk, showing no sign that

not move anything. They stood at the doorway, watching Ryan's fingers

looked at the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously stored in plastic garment

welled up in his eyes as memories flooded his

with a tearful smile. "I still remember stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous men could not take