The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the morning, a warm glow of sunlight was cast upon the entirety of Rose Island. The shore, filled with fine grains of pure white sand, reflected the sunlight off its surface. Meanwhile, the window of Bella's bedroom was covered with a layer of heavy and velvety curtains. Its fabric was so thick that sunlight could barely penetrate through it.

For someone who had to endure a devastating, grueling experience all night, such a setting was the perfect place to fall asleep until the end of time.

Christopher, on the other hand, managed to wake up very early.

He was jolted awake by a nightmare and woke up drenched in cold sweat.

When he opened his eyes, his complexion was pale and sickly. The first thing he did was to shift his trembling hands to the side to feel for a body.

Soon, his touch reached Bella's soft and supple body. He sighed in relief upon feeling her presence and sat himself upright on the bed.

The bedsheets were sprawled out haphazardly on the bed.

It was not the product of their consummation but Bella's determined and relentless struggle all night.

In the end, Christopher forced himself to suppress his desire and keep away from her.

the bed and stared at the delicate features of the

graced the corners of his cracked and pale lips. Then

to part with her. Countless other

and transform all of my doubts into trust? When can I hold your hand tightly in

gently grazed against the tip of Bella's dainty nose as he chanted a love song he

note he

could not

this was going to be his last chance to

and pecked a kiss on

he could address her as Mrs.

reason, he could not bring himself to say

night in the same bed, Bella would never truly belong to him, not even for

was nearing his end and did not want to spend it

was a knock on the door. The maid entered with a

Iverson, it's time for you to take your

approached Christopher, she noticed the hideous knife wound on his chest. She was so terrified by the sight that