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!"

who sat motionless on the sofa, his eyes vacant.

screen, the intimate video of Asher and Kairos continued to play on a loop, though the

his pale lips curling

laughing

he positioned himself between Arnold and the video, trying to block his view. "Elio is targeting me! Don't let him get

if 99% of his words are lies, this one is

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

heart clenched painfully. "That's not

someone who had walked a long, exhausting journey only to reach the end utterly drained. "He was your one true love, the person you were willing to give your life for. I'm just a

as he continued, "Those nights when you kissed me, when you held me... You were thinking of him, weren't you? You were just grateful you

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

as he shook his head,

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

Asher could react, Arnold pressed the stem against his delicate cheek, dragging it across his skin with a swift,

where the rose had cut him-a stark, raw

still look like him?" Arnold