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

Kairos continued to play on a loop, though

blankly, his pale lips curling into a small, bitter

was laughing at

he positioned himself between Arnold and the video, trying to block his view. "Elio is targeting

of his words are lies, this

swollen eyelids, his tear-filled gaze locking onto Asher's sweat-soaked face. His smile

clenched painfully. "That's

left with him a 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 true love, the person

of him, weren't you? You were just grateful you found someone who looked so

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

head, unable to deny the truth

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

against his delicate cheek, dragging it across

the rose had cut him-a stark, raw scar that marred his once

like