The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

That evening, Bella and Justin were set to return to their own place.

As they were about to leave, Carrie threw herself into her sister-in-law's arms, sobbing uncontrollably, crumpling Bella's black dress, and soaking the front of it with her tears.

One might have thought they would never see each other again.

Bella took her time to console Carrie, promising frequent visits and earnestly advising Ryan to not always bury himself in minor troubles at the Hoffman Group. She told him to find time to take Carrie out more, so she would not feel like a caged canary, deprived of the joy of freedom.

Ryan swore vehemently and embraced his tearful, petite girlfriend, standing at the door to see them off.

As their car pulled away, Bella could not hold back any longer. Her shoulders shook as tears, clear and sparkling like fallen stars, trailed down her cheeks.

"Don't cry, Bella."

Justin's breath quickened out of concern as he enveloped her quivering shoulders with his strong arm, drawing her close to soothe her and gently rubbing his chin against her head.

see her again. If you miss Carrie, we can invite her to stay with us for a while. Or I could buy a larger villa. If you'd like,

friend for coming up with

had many comfortable days with each other yet, and you want to separate them just to make me happy? Justin, you're so heartless... Even if Carrie

pressed

wryly. "I didn't consider all that. Seeing how Carrie also didn't

the one who told me not to

left Bella's breath ragged. Her eyes glistened with tears, and a fluttering

smile. "Bella, are you asking me to stop stirring things up, or do you want our reclaimed private world

warmed up as she shyly bit

with warmth and adoration, ready

It was Bella's phone.

me take