The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

This time, the injection did not bring the searing pain that made life worse than death.

Yvonne's cracked lips quivered. She gazed at the man before her, her tears falling in heavy, silent streams.

Jace looked back at her just as deeply, an unspoken understanding passing between them. At this moment, words were unnecessary.

"Hugh... Thank you..." Her voice was barely more than a whisper, yet it struck Jace like a hammer to the chest.

When she called him Hugh this time, he did not correct her, nor did he resist. He simply accepted it.

Since the night Yvonne had been captured, he had suffocated under the weight of regret. Every day, he lived with the tormenting thought, 'If I hadn't blocked her path... If I'd let her go just a moment sooner... Would she have escaped Clarice's grasp? Would she have been spared this agony?'

"You should know... No one who enters this place ever leaves. Most do not even escape death." His voice was low, thick with something unreadable.

Then, in a rare and quiet defiance, hidden beyond the surveillance cameras, he reached out and wrapped his calloused fingers around her frail, bony hand. "So hold on. Just a little longer. Give me time—I will find a way."

Yvonne's heart clenched. A warmth, foreign yet comforting, spread through her chest. She closed her eyes, a silent acceptance, a fragile trust.

She had reached her breaking point long ago. More than once, she had thought of biting through her tongue to end it all. But Jace's words and his promise anchored her.

Even if he ultimately failed to save her, she would never hate him. Her life was worthless.

pull him back from the abyss and

The measured, deliberate rhythm of high heels

'Clarice.' Jace's expression darkened.

signaled Yvonne to remain silent. Then, with swift precision,

of her pale, fragile skin was exposed beneath him. He dropped to one knee beside her bed,

swung open with a deafening

thick

had just been freed from detention when her informant reported that Jace had dismissed the medical staff and gone in

had ignited in her veins, but there

but she knew deep down that his patience with her was

could prove his disloyalty and remove him—then she alone would be Grant's right hand. She would be the one standing at the

before her struck

the hell

mere inches from Yvonne's trembling neck. His dark gaze

"You have been by the Boss' side for so long, yet you still lack basic awareness? Must you

soft, shuddering sobs beneath him,

filthy, used-up whore... You actually stomach touching

mockery. "A man has his needs. Do