The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 295

Don’t you think I’m pitiful? Stupid? Ridiculous?” Justin’s hoarse voice sounded. His lips formed a broken, bitter smile.

Ryan shook his head thoughtfully. “No, Justin, I’m your best friend, your brother. No matter what happens, I won’t laugh at you. I just feel sad.”

‘Regret…’ Justin closed his bloodshot eyes and tore apart every scene related to Rosalind in his mind, leaving nothing behind-not even a trace.

“There’s nothing to regret. It’s my fault for being blind. I deserve this,” Justin sighed.

“No, that’s not it.” Ryan sighed with heartfelt sympathy. “It’s those three years when Bella married you. Perhaps you could have loved her if it weren’t for that woman. You could have been happy instead of being at war with each other. Do you think so?”

‘Could have been happy.’Justin halted abruptly, his pitch-black eyes momentarily losing focus.

– ‘Justin, can we… not get divorced?’

I love you.’

sound as he clutched his head in pain. He hastily leaned against the wall. A suffocating

it was just her desperate struggle to cling to the marriage, viewing her as a cage and

he

she loved him, she hoped to continue

best to keep him, fearing that after the divorce,

three or four years old. It means that when

Giving you the feeling that she deeply loved you and that she ended up in a foreign country waiting for you and enduring hardships for your sake. In

his entire body to tremble as if even breathing might take

them.” Ryan gazed sincerely at him. “But in Bella’s heart, it has always been you. Do you remember the night you went to her

him, his

me.” Ryan’s smile carried a bitter taste. When did he ever bow down like

pupils contracted. Every organ in his body felt like it was being cruelly stirred