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!"

his eyes vacant. White roses lay scattered at his feet, their petals strewn across

continued to play on a loop, though the sound had

it blankly, his pale lips curling into a

was laughing

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

his words are lies, this

locking onto Asher's sweat-soaked face. His smile was broken, his words hollow. "Your one true love...

heart clenched painfully.

long time ago..." Amold's voice was drawn-out and heavy, like someone who had walked a long, exhausting journey only to reach the end utterly drained. "He was your one

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

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

his head,

a substitute." With those words, Amold pulled out a white rose from behind him. His cold, resolute

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

appeared where the rose had cut him-a stark, raw

me... Do I still look like him?" Arnold