The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2262

Bella stared blankly at him. His cold, stern face was like an expressionless mask.

Even though she stood right in front of him, it felt like there was the greatest distance in the world between them.

He knew she loved him, but he had erected an impenetrable wall, blocking her passionate, overwhelming love for him.

Justin had returned to the man he was three years ago, perhaps even more so.

Maybe he was showing concern for her. But he could no longer be the gentle, caring man who pampered her with every word and thought of her well-being.

Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of despair washed over her, leaving her soaked in defeat, utterly exposed, and painfully clear-headed.

"My stomach condition has always been there. You know that."

Bella met his deep, unlit eyes and smiled in resignation. "Don't worry. Starting today, I'll take care of myself. But I think this will be the last time I'll feel heartbroken over you. I won't do something this foolish again."

'The last time...' Her voice choked slightly as it reached his ears, causing his heart to tremble. "That's good." Justin's throat tightened, and an inexplicable emptiness spread across his chest.

It felt as though his organs were being ripped out, only to be replaced with sharp-edged stones that were tearing him apart from the inside out. The strange emotion trapped inside made him unbearably uncomfortable.

"My villa still has some of your things. When you have time, please ask Wilma to pack them for you," Bella said softly, trying to conceal the deep sorrow and reluctance in her voice.

She had avoided going back, afraid that seeing those things would remind her of him.

little moments of intimacy to the shared household items

it had all been

face it? She couldn't. She

voice remained cool. "No

didn't want to deal with

that, in some way, he too was avoiding something he could not quite

pain within, staring into his dark, turbulent eyes. "I've accepted that you don't love me

trembled slightly, but his face remained expressionless. "You

cold features. Then she slowly curled her frail body back into the covers,

Her throat burned, her voice choked by the sourness and bitterness rising from her chest, making it painful to

lips parted slightly. His pale lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no words came

a step and leave,

his broad back

soft, tearful voice, fragile and fleeting, disappeared

clenched fists showing bulging veins as he quickly

ward,

felt heavy,

Madam alright?" Ian couldn't

acting as if he hadn't heard

no one could