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.

locked eyes. He looked at her quietly, silent for a long

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

eyes briefly, the corners of

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

skilled at fighting. There's no reason

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

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

table. "Actually, my shortsightedness isn't severe. Wearing them made

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

for me to submit to the law and face judgment?" Christopher's dim eyes curled faintly.

and lingering as if it were still a love

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

"Bella, you've lost weight.

greedily wanting to imprint this final image of her into his memory and

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

to tell me, consider this my