The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Not at all! Don't you ever think that, Steve! I feel happy when I'm with you. You never let me down." Amelia cupped Steven's tear-stained face, her eyes welling up. Every teardrop left a mark on her.

Steven was a strong man, and no one knew that fact more than Amelia. Steven had worked long and hard with Justin and Bella, paving the way for them.

Yet today, Steven hid in the kitchen to cry because of Amelia.

It must take a lot for Steve to strip away his pride and ditch his armor to dwell in sadness.

Steven lowered his drenched lashes, his voice carrying agony. "You're an heiress of the Thompsons, Amelia. You're a princess to Chairman Thompson and Madam Celeste. Mr. Asher and Ms. Bella adore you. I watched you grow. You were carefree when you followed Ms. Bella around with a lollipop. I can remember the moments like they were yesterday. You would live a happy life if it weren't for me. My family and I destroyed your happiness."

Amelia shook her head in tears.

Her worst fear was Steven jumping down a rabbit hole of his thoughts.

Steven choked with sobs and gnashed his teeth. "When you were insulted today, I wished I could—”

lips. Closing her eyes, she immersed herself in the

and his chest heaving against hers. Her assets were perky and round under the

Lust quickly took over.

Gurgle... Gurgle...

the pot disrupted

turn off the stove soon, Steve." Rosy-cheeked, Amelia caught her breath

back to him, Steven turned off the flames

breath and smiled wryly. "Look, I can't

perfect man

you are important to me, Steve I won't allow you to put yourself down. I don't want to hear another word about you

luscious lips. The angry look on her face

our future happiness.