The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Dusk was setting in.

A layer of snow had covered Bella's black hair, giving it a silvery look as she stood alone at the foot of the tall mountain, looking small, fragile, and sad.

"Ms. Thompson, it's snowing now, and the forecast says there'll be heavy snowfall tonight," Xavier said as he approached her.

He saw Bella's face was flushed from the cold with dull, lifeless eyes. Realizing something, a pang of sorrow tugged at him. "It's already this late. I think Mr. Salvador might have had an emergency, so he probably won't be coming,"

Bella whispered, gazing into the pitch-black distance, "Why didn't he let me know?"

Her voice held a faint strain, tinged with a hint of disappointment.

Xavier slapped his forehead. "Oh! Maybe he tried to contact you, but you didn't receive the message. Sometimes, there is no signal here at the base of the mountain, so you might have missed it! Why don't you come to my office? There is signal there."

"Even if something urgent came up, how could he not come as promised?" Bella's eyes turned red as she exhaled a cloud of white mist, her vision blurred by the tears in her eyes. How could he do this? We made a promise..."

"It's just a hike. If you can't go today, you can always reschedule. There's always time." Xavier forced a smile, trying to reassure her. "Besides, the weather isn't good today; it's not suitable for hiking. When the weather's better, you two can meet up again. It'll be much nicer. It's freezing out here; you should head back."

could finish, Bella took a deep breath and stepped

mountain, then I'll go with

snowy night. "Did you forget? My nickname

pity that there was no longer a Mountain

his promise,

fulfill their agreement,

Justin and Ian arrived in

went to the location Clarice had specified a

entered,

the sofa, leisurely sipping tea, without a trace of

he shot her could have cut through steel. She was the type of woman he could not stand. There was just something about her that rubbed him the wrong way, though he

quickly." Clarice set down her teacup and slowly stood up." It's clear how important the Little Dove is to you. For her sake, you stood up Ms. Thompson. It shows just how much

were labored, his chest heaving as he asked hoarsely,

Fogville." Clarice's smile held no warmth