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!"

delicate cry, drawing the attention of

her shoulders in panic, leaning

slightly, causing both of them to be covered in snow. A blanket of white enveloped

was shielding the woman in his

eyes. The painful emotions clawed at her throat, cutting deeply

felt as though her heart had shattered into

not to kick the

Clarice. 'I'm so sorry! Are you two alright? Would you like to come inside, warm up by the heater, and dry

his expression dark, standing still without even brushing the snow

okay; kids will be kids. A little mischief is only

up at the tall man beside her, gently brushing the snow

Bella in the distance, entirely 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

Grant quickly offered, 'T'll see you

"No need. Please stay."