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!"

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

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

stared at it blankly, his pale lips curling into a small, bitter

was laughing

between Arnold and the

of his words are lies, this

His smile was broken, his words hollow. "Your one true love... Was him, not

clenched painfully.

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 you were willing to give your life

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 found someone who looked so much like him, who just happened to love

we are... It's all a lie-a lie you

up in Asher's eyes as he shook his head, unable to

never 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

could react, Arnold pressed the stem against his delicate

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

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