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.

He looked at her quietly, silent for a long

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

his stinging eyes briefly, the

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

There's no reason you should be

don't I?" Christopher smiled weakly but was

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

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.

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

to submit to the law and face judgment?"

and lingering as

could not erase the

"Bella, you've lost weight.

again, greedily wanting to imprint this final image of

today to ask you something. What are those pills you gave Justin Bella took a deep breath, suppressing the piercing emotion inside

to tell me, consider this my final goodbye to