The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Yvonne had been blissfully happy after dating Drew. But the moment Wyatt gave them his approval and gave his blessing for their marriage, that was the pinnacle of her joy.

In fact, Yvonne had always been hard on herself, seeing herself as inadequate and undeserving. She never truly believed she was worthy of Drew's love.

She had originally thought that if Wyatt did not approve of her, or worse, insisted on finding an elite, noble heiress for Drew, she would back off without a second thought. She would never put him in a difficult spot with his father.

Her love for Drew was pure and selfless. She was willing to sacrifice everything for him.

But the truth was, the entire Thompson family welcomed her with open arms.

No one looked down on her because of her background. Instead, they showed empathy for her struggles.

Such kindness was a debt Yvonne could never fully repay, no matter how many years passed. "Uncle Wyatt... Thank you. Thank you so much..." Yvonne said, eyes brimming with tears. "Yvonne," Wyatt chuckled warmly. "I suppose you won't be calling me Uncle Wyatt for much longer. Once Drew is back, you'll need to start calling me Dad."

Feeling embarrassed, Yvonne blushed and looked down as she bit her lip.

Wyatt took a deep breath, and a shadow of pain crossed his face as he thought of Bella's mother. Deep down, he felt a constant ache.

He was doing his best, fulfilling every promise he had made to Yara. He had vowed to make sure all their children would be happy.

gone through so much to be with Justin, but fate was now cruelly separating them. When would his

if you're watching over us, please help

Yara Park was fast asleep, Yvonne changed into a black tracksuit that allowed her to

car Drew had

at the back gate,

politely, "Ms. Yvonne, it's so late.

Yvonne replied with a faint smile. "I

to be out alone this late. Let me

myself. Most men can't take me down. Besides, I'll be in the car. Don't disturb anyone's

she stepped on the gas

as she drove, her emotions heavy and

to Savrow stretched endlessly into the dark. With it came a flood of painful memories. Like an unrelenting tide, they surged from every

tightly, her teeth clenched as she raced

the morning, the sports car skidded to a stop with a sharp drift, coming to rest in front

now lay in ruins, its infamy buried alongside

the gate, her eyes red-rimmed