The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Xavier frowned and was extremely worried. "We've been yelling for Ms. Thompson this whole time, but with so many people shouting, she should have heard us if she was anywhere close by!"

Justin's voice was low and steady. "The wind is howling, and the snow is muffling and scattering the sound. Bella might not be able to hear us."

The name slipped from his mouth without him even realizing it.

"I'm afraid Ms. Thompson might have passed out, fallen somewhere, or lost consciousness. If that's the case... It's not looking good. In this kind of cold, she could freeze to death!"

The people around them exchanged uneasy glances, their hearts heavy.

Xavier was not being overly negative. The harsh reality was that Mount Jaglee claimed one or two lives every year. Given the unpredictable dangers in the mountains, anything was possible.

"We'll split up to search." Justin gazed into the pitch-black forest, his chest tight with terror and unease. His trembling voice carried his unwavering resolve. "If I can't find her, I will never leave."

Xavier hesitated. "But if..."

"If she's gone, I'll stay here with her. I'll keep my word." Justin turned and disappeared into the night, separating from the group without hesitation.

Xavier watched as his figure faded into the dense darkness, letting out a heavy sigh. "They say the rich and powerful breed hopeless romantics. I can't argue with that."

the relentless snow, his

had used her hard-earned favor with him to ask for one

have been

wanted to relive their

he were Bella, alone in the

by step, he pushed forward until he arrived at

yet vivid memories of their near-death experience flooded his mind. --"If the heavens won't

promise he had made to Bella

he collapsed to his knees, his body finally reaching its limit. "Bella... I must find

the snow, Justin clenched a handful of icy dirt. Over and over, he struggled to rise despite the searing pain

had dropped drastically, the cold biting and

boulder, her body nearly buried under a thick layer of snow. A passerby would have easily missed the signs of life hidden beneath

hue, Bella was deep in the clutches of hypothermia, her consciousness

body would be completely frozen, inching closer to

drifted back to happy memories of her warm,

harsh. Instead, she experienced a comforting sense of

late mother appeared in her mind, wrapping Bella in a loving, reassuring