The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ian caught the tie clip with a confused expression. "Mr. Salvador, what's this?"

Justin closed his eyes for a brief rest, loosening the knot of his tie, yet he still felt its stifling weight.

"Something from Clarice."

"Oh! Some random trash from that woman? No thanks!" Ian scoffed, tossing it away immediately. "I've got a girlfriend. I don't need misunderstandings."

"A girlfriend?" Justin asked, eyes still closed, brows slightly furrowed.

"Yeah, Rachel."

Justin frowned. "She's of age now?"

Ian laughed, exasperated. "She's a college student, Mr. Salvador. Do you really think I'm a monster?"

Justin's mind drifted back to the time he and Bella had helped save a girl named Rachel Meads. Fragments of that memory flashed in his mind, but then lan's voice broke through his thoughts.

"Mr. Salvador, look!"

but the sight before him made his heart skip

of snowflakes. In the intense white light, her dark hair whipped around in the wind, as if it might

heavily. He opened the car door and walked

greeted him with a faint smile, calm and

her cheeks were flushed from the cold. She

a single word. He remembered she hated the cold. Whenever it got chilly, she would always nestle into his arms, using his hands as her

lacking any expectation of his concern. She did not seem to mind his silence and

pressed together. "We can talk in

a slight distance that felt respectful

to give the former lovers

your birthday." Bella broke

her from the corner of his eye,

was about to say, "I don't need a gift," Bella spoke again, catching

you promised me, don't

voice low.

time to

intensity. "Tomorrow at 3:00 p.m., I want you to meet me for