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.

Christopher and Bella locked eyes. He looked

the bruise on his lip and the wound on his forehead. Indifferently,

stinging eyes briefly, the corners of

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

at fighting. There's no

I?" Christopher smiled weakly but was still sincere in every word

peaceful time I've had in over a decade. I seemed to possess everything, but I had nightmares night after night. When I woke up in the morning, all I could think about was how to fight, how to struggle, and how to seek revenge

"Actually, my shortsightedness isn't severe. Wearing them made me feel like I was putting

personality, you wouldn't just surrender quietly. I thought you would end

isn't it your wish for me to submit to the law and face judgment?" Christopher's dim eyes curled faintly. "I wanted

lingering as if it were still a love

how intense the emotion, it could not erase

"Bella, you've lost weight.

again, greedily wanting to imprint this

emotion inside her. "I know asking you is likely in

to tell me, consider this my final