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!"

Arnold, who sat motionless on the sofa, his eyes vacant. White roses lay scattered at his feet, their petals strewn

to

at it blankly, his pale lips

laughing at

watching! Don't look at it anymore!" Asher had no way to turn off the screen, so he positioned himself between Arnold and the video, trying to block his view. "Elio

99% of his words are lies, this one

Asher's sweat-soaked face. His smile was broken, his

painfully. "That's not

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 you were willing to give your life for.

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

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

his head, unable to deny the

anyone's shadow. I'd rather die than live as a substitute." With those words, Amold pulled out a white rose from behind

pressed the stem against his delicate cheek, dragging it across

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

look like him?" Arnold