The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

At the same time, Justin also noticed Bella with Grant.

This harmonious scene was one he had seen before, etched in the black-and-white memories of his past. He had once watched her play and watched her laugh.

Time had passed, and now, another man stood in the place he had once occupied. Back then, it was he who had initiated the breakup, telling her not to waste time on him and advising her to find a better suitor.

Yet, as he watched his older brother clearly harbor feelings for Bella and saw how happy they seemed together, a bitter taste spread in Justin's mouth, one he couldn't describe.

Justin's fingers curled slightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand. It felt like there was a bee in his mouth, stinging the tip of his tongue. A faint pain and numbness quietly spread throughout his body.

As Justin's thoughts wandered, several cold snowflakes drifted down, brushing across his sharply defined face.

"Watch out!"

Suddenly, a large chunk of snow dislodged from a trembling, high tree branch, hurtling toward Justin and Clarice.

"Ah!"

let out a delicate cry, drawing the attention of everyone nearby,

to fall on her, she shrank her shoulders in panic, leaning into the man next to her, who had not moved

and leaned forward slightly, causing both of them to be covered in snow. A blanket of white

looked like the man was shielding the woman in his arms, which pierced her

bitterness nearly overflowed from her tear-filled eyes. The painful

though her heart had

the tree, but they just wouldn't listen! Now look

to Justin and Clarice. 'I'm so sorry! Are you two alright? Would you like

without even brushing the snow off his shoulders

be kids. A little

warmly and kindly, then looked up at the tall man beside her, gently brushing the

eyes tinged with red as

quickly offered, 'T'll see

"No need. Please stay."