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.

labored breaths made each step a struggle. His heart was clearly still

could no longer stand. His tall, sturdy frame

"Mr. Justin! Be careful!"

he

worse?" Clarice wrapped her arms around

struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, but all he could

hair neatly tied into a

finish his words, his eyes closed, and he

Mr, Justin?" Clarice called out, a cold

Justin fainted at the hospital, his condition stabilized, so he was sent back to Tideview Manor, where he remained asleep in

Clarice excused herself and

the coffee table and poured out some tea to serve Grant. "To be honest, I grew up with Justin, and I've rarely

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.

the headaches will only flare up when he's mentally agitated. But over time, the pain will become constant. He'll be dependent on medication and might even develop a severe

no different from drug

I made it clear that I intend to pursue

cautiously probed, "Sir, you seem to be in a good

is slowly