The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After several days apart, the man who had once been refined, dignified, and full of confidence was now gone without a trace.

Sitting before her was Christopher, his complexion dark and tired, his usually meticulous hair slightly messy, and his once sharp eyes filled with red bloodshot lines.

The former Chairman Iverson, once noble and poised, was now nothing more than a fallen, destitute prisoner.

But even in this state, upon hearing that Bella had come to see him, Christopher still made an excuse to visit the restroom, combing his messy hair and quickly washing his face.

The pride of being the Iverson family's young master had been thoroughly shattered in his first year in Sentania when he was still young.

From that moment on, the world no longer had Young Master Iverson, only Christopher, who climbed up over the bones of countless people, corrupted by evil and driven only by hatred.

He cleaned himself up because he was going to see Bella.

Yes, he still loved her.

But he had come to fully understand that, from the beginning, he was never worthy of her. Forcing something that was not meant to have harmed both of them.

by the glass, Christopher and Bella locked eyes. He looked at her quietly, silent for a long

wound on his forehead. Indifferently,

the corners of his

who hate me. I'm ruthless, cruel, and a villain among villains. I expected this

no reason you should

deserve it, don't I?" Christopher smiled weakly but was still sincere

believe this, but these days in prison have been the most peaceful time I've had in over a decade. I seemed to possess everything, but I had nightmares night after night. When I woke

he placed the gold-rimmed glasses that had accompanied him for half his lifetime on the table. "Actually, my shortsightedness isn't severe. Wearing

"With your personality, you wouldn't just surrender quietly. I thought you would

law and face

lingering as

emotion, it could not erase the endless pain and resentment in

"Bella, you've lost weight.

tracing her features again and again, greedily wanting to imprint this final image of

Bella took a deep breath, suppressing the piercing emotion inside her. "I know asking you is likely in vain because you hate Justin. I don't expect you' suddenly

you're unwilling to tell me, consider this