The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 19

Bella was drunk and thought the man next to her was her brother, so she sobbed. “Why doesn’t Justin like me? Why…?”

Justin’s heart clenched as he pursed his lips and listened to her woes.

“I tried so hard… I really tried my best… But it seems that the more I try, the more he hates me. Why? Tell me why?”

Bella suddenly turned around and hugged the man. She buried her face in his chest and cried out loud. Her tears and makeup stained his clean shirt.

Justin stood frozen on the spot. His throat tightened, and he felt every drop of her warm tears burning through his chest and soaking his heart.

After a while, he asked in a low voice, “Do you really like Justin?”

Bella raised her face, which was red from crying. Her crimson lips parted slightly.

Justin’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to resist the temptation to kiss her.

He even regretted asking this question.

It did not matter if she still liked him or not.

Their divorce was impending, and the love of his life could only be Rosalind.

the bathroom door was kicked open.

you doing?! How

pulled Bella

furrowed his brows. ‘Asher Thompson has always been elegant and polite. If he’s getting so furious because of a woman, it proves just how

Justin felt suffocated.

her so much, you shouldn’t have brought her to

If she likes to go clubbing, I’ll go with her! Mr. Salvador, since you’re divorced,

Axel wanted to leave with Bella.

are you

Justin asked in a deep voice.

“What the fuck?”

you marry her?”

momentarily rendered speechless

your business! Get out of my way!”

treat her as a toy, then you shouldn’t drag her down. You should let her live

such a shameless person like you. Why didn’t you consider all that when you divorced Anna for Rosalind Gold? Thanks to you, she’s now divorced at such a young age. Do you think you didn’t drag her down? Why did you marry her in the first place if you wanted

stabbing pain in his heart. His strong chest muscles under his

shoved him aside and said, “Get the hell out of

return to his booth. All he could think about was

to him.