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 at her quietly, silent for

on his forehead. Indifferently, she asked, "Did you get

eyes briefly, the corners of his pale

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

no reason you

weakly but was still sincere in every word

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 up in the morning, all I could think about was how

him for half his lifetime on the table. "Actually, my

your 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

lingering as if it were still a

matter how intense the emotion, it could not erase the endless pain and

"Bella, you've lost weight.

eyes tracing her features again and again, greedily wanting to imprint this final image of her into his memory and

to ask you something. What are those pills you gave Justin 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'

consider this my final