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.

moments of intimacy to the shared household

had all been

it? She couldn't. She

remained cool. "No need.

he didn't want to deal with it himself, Wilma could sort it

too was avoiding something he could not quite

suppress the crumbling pain within, staring into his dark, turbulent eyes. "I've accepted that you don't love me anymore. As long as you stay healthy and live well, that's

trembled slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

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

by the sourness and bitterness rising

His pale lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no words

was about to take a step and leave,

stopped abruptly, his broad back

voice, fragile and

fists showing bulging veins as

VIP ward, Ian

and empty. Every step felt heavy, as if

couldn't help but ask, his heart filled

forward, acting as if

that no one could interfere with matters of