The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge (Anna and Justin) novel Chapter 2267

At that moment, a bitter, biting wind swept across Asher's face, as if slicing through the night.

“Matrix.” The long-forgotten title echoed like a ghostly whisper from distant memories shrouded in blood and storms. Yet the mere sound of it sent shockwaves through Asher’s chest, reverberating through every fiber of his being.

The voice had something familiar about it, but he could not place it.

“Who are you? A former subordinate from Overcast?” Asher turned his back to the others, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.

“Ash…” Bella, noticing the sudden shift in his expression, felt her heart clench with worry.

“Oh, Matrix, so quick to forget,” Elio’s voice slithered through the phone, cold and venomous, each word a stab to Asher’s already frayed nerves. “It seems no one else matters to you except Kairos, right?”

“You’re… Elio?!” Asher’s mind raced, sharp pain clawing at his chest. The darkness outside pressed in like jagged walls, closing in from all directions, suffocating him.

Kairos was Asher’s hidden love, the scar that had never fully healed. He had buried that pain deep—too deep to touch, too raw to confront.

But now, panic welled up inside him for a different reason. The sudden call and Arnold’s absence stirred an overwhelming sense of dread in Asher that spread like wildfire.

Elio’s cold laugh echoed through the line. “I’m sorry, Matrix. Did I interrupt your cozy little love nest?”

“You’re with Arnold? What are you planning to do?” Asher’s hand clenched into a fist, veins bulging as his heart raced in fear.

“I want Dr. Larson to see the real you.” Elio’s voice dripped with venomous delight, each word filled with icy malice. “Kairos died because of you, and he will never rest in peace. I won’t let someone as pure as Dr. Larson fall for your disgusting lies. Every time I look at his face, I see my brother’s tragic death, and I can’t help but want to pull him out of the hell you’ve trapped him in.”

Asher’s vision blurred with rage, his mind on the verge of snapping. “Elio! I know… I know how much you’ve hated me all these years. If you have a grudge, come after me, but don’t hurt Arnold!”

“Ha! To you, Dr. Larson is just a substitute. Don’t you find it laughable to pretend like you’re so deeply in love with him in front of me?”

Asher could not bear hearing the cruel truth, and his voice cracked as he roared, “No! He’s not a substitute! He’s not!”

Standing at the doorway, Bella and Steven heard everything clearly. Steven did not fully understand the conversation, but Bella, knowing her brother’s past all too well, felt a chilling horror creep through her body.