The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Salvador?!"

Justin snapped out of his daze, slowly turning his gaze. He looked at Steven indifferently, his voice low and hoarse, like someone who had not drank water in a long time. "How is Ms. Thompson?"

Steven stared at the man in front of him, suddenly overwhelmed by complex emotions. His throat felt constricted. "Ms. Bella... She's sick. Seriously sick. You should see her. She'll be happy to see you. Maybe she'll even get better." He hurriedly opened the door for Justin.

Justin's lips pressed into a thin line. His long, slender fingers clenched, and he slowly stepped into the room.

His appearance stirred a wave of emotion in Asher and Ralph, but they managed to keep their expressions under control and found an excuse to leave the room.

Soon, only Bella and Justin remained in the room.

Once, they had been sweet, intimate, and blissfully happy lovers. Now, as their eyes met, there were no words exchanged between the couple. A heavy silence filled the room with indescribable loneliness, desolation, and sorrow.

if he were a guest. "I remember you had stomach issues, but

a stomach condition, and it wasn't mild. In fact, it used to flare up often, but

prepared nourishing dishes that suited her taste. He watched over her like a child, making sure she did

left, her heart had been in

He had spoiled her.

her into

knew no one could

had to

you find out I was sick?" Bella's long lashes trembled slightly

"Dr.

forced a smile. "I'm fine now, much

"That's good."