The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

"Yes, this is Bella Thompson speaking."

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips

intently at her, holding his breath. Then he took her delicate hand and placed it over his chest, reassuring her. "Rachel,

create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call every day, and finally, you've reached out." Justin's eyes narrowed in disbelief, staring at Bella's

she had been waiting for Rachel's call, which implied she must have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when had they connected? How had he

waiting for my call

paused, her voice soft and frail, "Ms. Thompson, if I never reached out

decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated

patience to the

often admired how

et

ine

to achieve her goals. She never let her privileged background make her feel superior or entitled to the things

something Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked the same

I called to tell

to

a rapist." Rachel's voice choked up, her words

fluttered intensely, his heart