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!"

support him, only to hear the faint sound

his head deeply, large tears streaming from his

organizing. Don't push yourself,"

harshly and used his arms to push himself up from the floor, taking slow

always boast about Yasmin, calling her his

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

a desk, showing no sign that it had belonged

stood at the doorway, watching Ryan's fingers gently trace the surface of the desk

the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously stored in plastic garment bags,

welled up in his eyes as memories flooded

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