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 he

no longer stand. His

"Mr. Justin! Be careful!"

he fell into

alright? Is your headache getting worse?" Clarice

was ragged. He struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, but all he could see was a blurry silhouette of the woman in front

coat with her black hair neatly tied into a ponytail, overlapped with the figure he had been desperately

Dove..." Before he could finish his words,

Justin?" Clarice called out, a cold

fainted at the hospital, his condition stabilized, so he was sent back

excused herself

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 such a pathetic, miserable

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

agitated. But over time, the pain will become constant. He'll

that no different from drug

is a romantic. I never thought that even after taking three pills, 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

left Grant's face since she entered the room, Clarice cautiously probed, "Sir, you seem

Bella is slowly starting to give up on