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.

against the head of the bed and stared

containing what seemed like relief and happiness graced the corners of his cracked and pale lips. Then he slowly

reluctant to part with her. Countless other emotions swirled

and transform all of my doubts

tip of Bella's dainty nose as he chanted a love song he was

every note

could not

that, he realized that this was going to be his last chance

leaned over and

address her as Mrs.

could not bring himself

in the

his end and did not want

a knock on the door. The maid

for you to

by the sight that her eyes widened, and she nearly dropped the tray Mr.