The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"I did not wet the bed, you idiot! You're the idiot who wets the bed!" Bella blushed with embarrassment and anger and punched Justin's chest with her delicate fist, but her hand hurt more than it had hurt him. Justin grabbed her soft little hand and rubbed it over his chest.

"Alright, alright... It's my mistake. My brain isn't working. When we are old, I will probably be the one wetting the bed every day."

Bella pouted while drawing circles on his chest with her finger. She could not help but laugh at his words.

"But, Bella, what happened? You really scared me just now." Justin gently caressed her soft face, his voice filled with concern.

"I... I got my period..." Bella clutched the edge of the blanket, her red lips pressed together.

Even though they had long shared the intimacy of a married couple and had been completely open with each other, Bella was still shy about this. She was always graceful and disciplined in her daily life, even in bed.

When they made love initially, she felt too embarrassed to be loud. It was Justin who had slowly guided her, helping her shed her inhibitions and fully immerse herself in their passion.

This was the first time she had felt so embarrassed in such an awkward situation.

it's more than a week early," Justin said, his eyes darkening as he slowly lifted the

heavens, it looked like

head resting on his shoulder,

tomorrow, and there's no need to get up

cheek. "Let's move to another room, and we can have Wilma wash the sheets and quilt in

Bella shook her head quickly. The thought itself made her flush

them away and

Just help me change them now, and I will wash everything myself in

to the bathroom to clean herself, feeling

of heartache, a complex mix of emotions swirling in his chest. He suddenly recalled many things from the past, especially when she

their entire family but also always washed her own clothes and dressed simply and modestly.