The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The moment their gazes met, Bella's heart trembled. Her thoughts were tangled like a ball of yarn toyed with by a kitten, hopelessly knotted. 'How long has Justin been here? Had he

waited all night?'

Bella stared at those beautiful, bloodshot eyes without blinking. A sourness surged up from her nose, and her heart thudded painfully. But then she remembered the scene from yesterday at the orphanage him standing beneath a tree with Clarice, protectively shielding another woman.

Her frail body trembled slightly as she shifted her gaze away from Justin, her throat tight, struggling with a lump that refused to go down.

She had endured storms of blood and violence and survived the harshest conditions when she was working with Doctors Without Borders, facing hunger and cold, even going without a proper bath for weeks. Yet none of that had ever made her feel this way.

Just as she was about to shut the door, Justin sprang up and strode forward. His strong hand grabbed the edge of the door, almost catching his fingers in the frame.

"What do you want?" Bella kept her eyes lowered, refusing to look at him, but she could still feel the intense and heavy gaze bearing down on her.

Justin bent his head, his chest rising and falling, his warm breath brushing against her reddened nose. "I've been waiting for you."

inform you that I won't see you." Bella turned her pale face away, her voice trembling faintly. "Just go. I'm tired. I need to go back

low and deep. "I remember you never had the habit of sleeping

lazy days." Bella's thin shoulders shrugged slightly. The corners of her pale lips curled into a faint, forced smile. "There was a time when I did sleep in, but it doesn't matter anymore. Who would care about something so trivial? It's all in the past now. I don't care

eyes narrowed

the time they had lived together. They

nights of passion, she would

time, he would drain himself completely, filling her with everything he had and exhausting her.

mess, that he would

leg still hurt?" Justin's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes dark and

yesterday hurt her too deeply. Her heart was shattered, and at that moment,

Mr. Salvador, please don't interfere in my life

matter how hard she

that mean I don't have to

always been calm, like still water without a ripple, but now his voice carried