The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The only time Bella softened her heart without hesitation was for him.

Justin's handsome face paled, and his star-like eyes were clouded with complex emotions-dark, conflicted.

With a deep gaze, Grant bent down to pick up the bouquet from the floor. Maneuvering his wheelchair to the coffee table, he carefully placed the lilies into the vase, one by one.

"Throwing these flowers away would be a shame. They're still quite beautiful," Grant said with his back to the two, his lips curling into an unreadable smile.

Seeing Bella close her eyes, Justin's voice turned hoarse. "Get some good rest."

After speaking, he turned and walked toward the door, his steps mechanical.

"Justin." She called out to him.

The man paused but did not turn around.

"From now on, we'll go our separate ways. We have no ties anymore."

the bedsheet tightly, nearly tearing it, but her voice remained cold and resolute.

hospital room, Justin felt like his steps

with each

go our

ears, pulling at his nerves, and his forehead was slick with cold

stopped in his tracks

wheelchair, smiling faintly

to speak

tightly, enduring

went up

had arrived. The cold

a remarkable physique, nonetheless

a deep breath. He coughed lightly, perhaps

want to talk about?" Justin stood beside him, his ink-black eyes gazing into the distance." The wind is strong here. You're in poor health, so you should