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!"

the attention of everyone nearby, including

in panic, leaning into the man next to her, who had not moved

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

shielding the woman in his arms,

bitterness nearly overflowed from her tear-filled eyes. The painful emotions clawed at her throat, cutting deeply with every

that moment, she felt as though her heart

I told them not to kick the tree, but they

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

replied, his expression dark, standing still without even brushing

okay; kids will be kids. A little

at the tall man beside her, gently brushing

unaware of the woman's affectionate gestures. "My apologies, Mr. Grant," Bella said, her eyes tinged with red as she withdrew her pained gaze. Her voice was hoarse. "I have something to attend to,

Grant quickly

"No need. Please stay."