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—”

on her tiptoes and sealed his lips. Closing her eyes, she immersed

his eyes half-closed and his chest heaving against hers. Her assets were perky and round under the thin layer

Lust quickly took over.

Gurgle... Gurgle...

boiling milk in the

if you don't turn off the stove soon, Steve." Rosy-cheeked, Amelia caught

to him, Steven turned off the flames in a

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

you're the perfect man

threw herself in his embrace and held his waist. "Always remember that you are important to me, Steve I won't allow you to put yourself down. I don't want to hear

luscious lips. The angry look on her face swept the blues away, and Steven

but together, we'll create our future happiness. Don't