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!"

out a delicate cry, drawing the attention of everyone nearby, including Bella and

on her, she shrank her shoulders in panic, leaning into the man

slightly, causing both of them to be covered in

man was shielding the woman in his

of bitterness nearly overflowed from her tear-filled eyes. The painful emotions clawed at her

felt as though her heart

told them not to kick the

troublemaking children while continuously apologizing to Justin and Clarice. 'I'm so sorry! Are you two alright? Would you like to come inside, warm

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

kids. A little

looked up at the tall man beside her, gently brushing the snow from his broad

on 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

her pallor, Grant quickly offered,

"No need. Please stay."