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 it hasn't flared up in a long time. What caused it

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

how to make nutritional meals to supplement her health. He tirelessly prepared nourishing dishes that suited her taste. He watched over her like a child, making sure she did not sneak cold drinks or indulge in anything harmful. That was why she had not

had been in chaos, and so had

He had spoiled her.

her

one could stay a

had to

I was sick?" Bella's

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forced a smile.

"That's good."