The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2268

Asher could not bear to imagine what his world would be like without Arnold. If he lost Arnold, it would be as if the sky collapsed, leaving nothing but a desolate wasteland behind.

Gasping for breath, Asher rushed into the villa, his heart pounding. The place was cold, dark, and eerily silent.

Immediately, the buried memories he had long suppressed surged back with overwhelming force. Gripping his chest, he tried in vain to suppress the crushing pain.

Since Kairos's death, he had not set foot in this villa-not even once. His lover had died at the height of their affection. The gut-wrenching guilt and sorrow of that moment were emotions only someone who had lived through such devastation could understand.

But now was not the time for sadness.

Desperation took over as Asher called out for Arnold and frantically searched room by room.

When he reached the second floor and saw the light on in the private cinema, his heart raced. He rushed inside.

"Arnold!"

save for Arnold, who sat motionless on the sofa, his eyes vacant. White roses lay scattered at his

continued to play

pale lips curling into

laughing at

at it anymore!" Asher had no way to turn off the screen, so he positioned himself between Arnold and the video, trying to block his view. "Elio is targeting me! Don't let him get to

if 99% of his words are lies, this

his tear-filled gaze locking onto Asher's sweat-soaked face. His smile was broken, his words hollow.

heart clenched painfully. "That's

drawn-out and heavy, like someone who had walked a long, exhausting journey only to reach the end utterly drained. "He was your one true love,

when you kissed me, when you held me... You were thinking of him, weren't you? You were just grateful you found someone who looked so much like him, who just happened to love

matter what... No matter how similar we are... It's

his head, unable to deny the truth Arnold was tearing himself apart

be anyone's shadow. I'd rather die than live as a substitute." With those words, Amold pulled out a white rose from behind him. His cold, resolute gaze met Asher's as he raised the flower, revealing that its stem had

his delicate cheek, dragging it across his skin with a swift, ruthless

line appeared where the rose had cut him-a stark, raw scar that marred

Do I still look like him?" Arnold