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!"

and Dean hurriedly rushed to support him, only to hear

streaming from his tightly

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

wiped his tears harshly and used his arms to push himself up from the floor, taking slow steps towards

Ryan would always boast about Yasmin, calling her his

person who cared most for him-his dearest friend, someone he trusted with his life. They arrived

simple, with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, showing no

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

at the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously stored in

up in his eyes as memories flooded his

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