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!"

cry, drawing the attention of everyone nearby, including Bella and

about to fall on her, she shrank her shoulders in panic, leaning into

bent his head and leaned forward slightly, causing both

perspective, it looked like the man was shielding the woman in

eyes. The painful emotions

moment, she felt as though her heart

I told them not to kick the tree, but they just wouldn't listen! Now look what

'I'm so sorry! Are you two alright? Would you like to come inside,

fine," Justin replied, his expression dark, standing still without even brushing the snow off his shoulders

okay; kids will be kids. A

tall man beside her, gently brushing

the woman's affectionate gestures. "My apologies, Mr. Grant," Bella said, her eyes tinged with red as she

quickly offered,

"No need. Please stay."