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.

Bella locked eyes. He looked at her quietly,

lip and the wound on his forehead. Indifferently, she asked, "Did you

briefly, the corners of his

many strangers who hate me. I'm ruthless, cruel, and a villain among villains. I

at fighting. There's no reason you should

Christopher smiled weakly but was still sincere in every

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 them made me feel like I was putting on a mask. Now,

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

to the law and face judgment?" Christopher's dim eyes curled faintly. "I wanted to

and lingering as if it were still

not erase the endless pain and resentment in

"Bella, you've lost weight.

tracing her features again and again, greedily wanting to imprint

piercing emotion inside her. "I know asking you is likely in vain because you hate Justin. I don't expect you'

to tell me, consider this my