The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 225

Bella said, “You’ll never give up, huh?”

Her hand on the cabinet door clenched into a fist. She took a deep breath, and her eyes turned red with anger. “I have said everything I should say. I can’t do anything if you don’t believe me.”

“Have we met somewhere a long time ago?”

Justin was eager for an answer. He leaned closer to her, almost covering her beautiful back with his body. “Bella, answer me. Have we met a long time ago?”

Bella’s heart suddenly clenched. Her red lips instantly lost color. “You’re thinking too much. The time Grandpa introduced us and proposed that we get married was the first time we met. Before that, we

had never seen each other before.”

She was afraid that Justin would find out that she was the little girl he saved 13 years ago.

Since they were already divorced, Bella thought that her 13 years of love and pursuit only made her look more pitiful and embarrassed.

Bella wanted to save her dignity. She really did not want this bastard to know that she had been in love with him for 13 years.

It was embarrassing.

There was a trace of disappointment in Justin’s eyes. He always thought that there was more truth

behind it.

go. I need to get my things and leave.” Bella’s voice was trembling. She pulled

cabinet door.

“Bella, you…”

asking! That’s enough!”

what the word divorce means?! Why are you insisting on digging up the past? So what if I was infatuated with you once? I don’t love you anymore. Now when I see you and these

else but these words, which echoed repeatedly in his mind.

deep breath, held her smooth shoulders, and suddenly

to find her eyes were teary

cry if you want.” Justin’s voice was stiff,

Can’t you see that I’m furious? Divorcing you brings me such joy that I

the hell

beautiful eyes were as cold as ice. Her chest heaved angrily.

I told myself that I would

sentence struck Justin’s heart

as he was about to say something, there was a sudden knock on

you in there?”

“Ms. Gold is

eyes suddenly turned

face also

was waiting