The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin clenched his large hand at his side, trembling slightly, as his handsome face darkened in the dim light. After a moment of silence, Grant smiled faintly and brushed past Justin, ignoring his tense expression.

"Grant, I've always looked up to you since we were kids," Justin said, his voice hoarse as he spoke with his back to Grant. "There are some things I'm willing to compromise on, but others I simply cannot."

Grant glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Like what?"

"I want to see her now," Justin said, his dark eyes gleaming with intensity as he spoke with emphasis. "Grant, your feelings for her are your own; I have no right to stop you. But you can't stop me from seeing her either."

Justin continued, "However, if both of you are officially in a relationship, you won't need to say a word. I'll stay away from Ms. Thompson and sincerely wish you both a lifetime of happiness together."

For some reason, when he said the last sentence, it felt like a dull ache in his throat, leaving a faint bitter taste. "But as long as Ms. Thompson isn't yours, you and I are on equal footing. You can see her, and so can I. If my actions bother you, all I can say is, I'm sorry."

The dark shadows hid any trace of Grant's expression. His voice was calm, giving away no emotion. "Justin, do you still have feelings for her? Haven't you moved on?"

hard, his

ask yourself-how have I treated you all these years?" Grant coughed a few times, his

Memories of growing up together with his brother flashed before his eyes-harmonious moments filled with care and

but as the saying goes,

when Justin first arrived at the Salvador family, facing endless cold stares, his brother was indeed the first to show him kindness and stand up for him when the servants mistreated him.

to help him escape. Otherwise, the one sitting in a wheelchair today, unable

wheelchair and rely on medication just to barely maintain this state." Grant sighed lightly, a bitter smile tugging

a foreign country, often feeling lonely, desolate, and helpless. I frequently wondered if this was how I would languish for the rest of my life. I want a partner too. I want to marry, have children,

seemed detached from worldly matters, now yearned for a wife and

pressed his lips together, his chest heaving. He recalled the scene at the orphanage today. Amidst the romantic snowfall,

would redden with tears or reflect a sorrow that could not be put

but now he was merely someone who