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!"

motionless on the sofa, his eyes vacant. White roses lay scattered at his feet,

of Asher and Kairos continued to play on a

at it blankly, his pale

was laughing

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

his words

Asher's sweat-soaked face. His smile

clenched painfully. "That's not

end utterly drained. "He was your

kissed me, when you held me... You were thinking of him, weren't you?

are... It's all a lie-a lie you can never truly convince yourself

eyes as he shook his head, unable to

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

the stem against his delicate cheek, dragging it across his skin with a swift,

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

look like him?" Arnold asked,