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.

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

us, please help our daughter," Wyatt murmured to

night, when everyone in Yara Park was fast asleep, Yvonne

the underground garage, retrieved the black sports car Drew had given

the back gate, she was stopped by a guard on

Yvonne, it's so

insomnia," Yvonne replied with a faint

out alone this late. Let me assign

can't take me down. Besides, I'll be in the car.

on the gas pedal and sped out of Yara

was cold and distant as she drove,

dark. With it came a flood of painful memories. Like an unrelenting tide,

tightly, her teeth clenched

the early hours of the morning, the sports car skidded to a stop with a sharp drift, coming to rest in front of the sealed, abandoned gates

of debauchery and unimaginable sins, the place now

stood alone at the gate, her eyes red-rimmed