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.

Or I could buy a larger villa. If

call yourself Ryan's best friend for

make me happy? Justin, you're so heartless... Even if Carrie doesn't say anything about

Justin froze momentarily, then pressed his lips gently against

Seeing how Carrie also didn't

told me

ragged. Her eyes glistened with tears, and a fluttering

his heart. Her lips curled into a subtle, playful smile. "Bella, are you asking me to stop

up as she shyly bit

with warmth and adoration, ready

It was Bella's phone.

Let me take