The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's deep, dark pupils trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the sharp pain in his head intensified, as if something were crashing around inside, trying to split his skull open.

'Bella...' In the deepest recesses of his mind, he heard himself softly calling her name.

"Justin? Justin? Are you alright? You don't look well," Grant asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." Justin's tongue pressed hard against his teeth, and he squeezed his reddened eyes shut.

"I'm telling you this now because I worry that if I formally pursue Ms. Thompson in the future, you might feel uncomfortable watching. Although you've broken up, you two once genuinely loved each other."

Grant's clear eyes curved slightly. "I don't want you to think I'm stealing her away. I also don't want anyone to interfere with my pursuit of the one I love."

Justin's headache blurred his vision. Fearing that Grant might notice, he hastily ended the conversation. "I've already broken up with her. Whatever you do has nothing to do with me."

He turned and took two steps before freezing, unable to resist asking, "When did you start having feelings for her?"

With his back to him, Grant lazily squinted at the sky. "I don't remember exactly when. Perhaps it was the first time I envied you. I envied you for having such a pure relationship. Just now, when I saw Ms. Thompson cry in front of me, I became even more certain of my feelings. I want to pursue her and treat her well. I can't bear to see her in tears."

Leaving the rooftop, Justin walked stiffly toward the parking lot. The cold wind that filled his lungs turned into icy needles, piercing his body with unbearable pain.

each step a struggle. His heart was clearly still beating, but when

could no longer stand. His tall, sturdy frame

"Mr. Justin! Be careful!"

as he

alright? Is your headache getting worse?" Clarice wrapped her arms around his firm, lean waist,

to lift his heavy eyelids, but all he could see was a blurry silhouette

her black hair neatly tied into a ponytail, overlapped with the figure he

words, his eyes closed,

called out,

hospital, his condition stabilized, so he was sent back to

excused herself and went

such a severe headache." Clarice kneeled beside the coffee table and poured out some tea to serve Grant. "To be honest, I grew up with Justin, and I've rarely seen him in

held the teacup with his long, slender fingers and spoke calmly. "When Hugh's plane crash caused his memory loss, I only gave him one black pill to suppress his emotions. But my brother had the nerve to take three pills in one go. I'm quite impressed by Justin's boldness. If it weren't for his strong physique, he wouldn't have survived. For most people, taking that many pills would likely leave them

flare up when he's mentally agitated. But over time, the pain will become constant.

no different from drug

he still wouldn't let go of her. Earlier today, I made it clear that I intend to pursue Bella. His expression didn't waver, but clearly, it struck a nerve. It seems that we must continue dosing him

smile that had not left Grant's face since she entered the room, Clarice cautiously probed, "Sir, you

Bella is slowly starting to give up on my