The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Justin...?" Bella looked at him in a hazy, unfocused daze, her mind drifting and muddled, her presence faint like a delicate spring breeze.

"It's me!" Justin saw her pale face drained of color, her frail body trembling uncontrollably.

It reminded him so vividly of the tiny kitten he had rescued from an alley on a bitterly cold winter night as a child -cold and on the verge of freezing to death.

A strong wave of heartache stirred and burned in his chest.

"J-Justin..." Bella's lips, stiffened by the cold, struggled to say his name.

Then she smiled bitterly as tears streamed down her face. Her voice was laced with self-mockery. "It seems... I'm really about to freeze to death... How could it be him... He's not coming back.... He doesn't want me anymore..."

Her words faded as her dazed gaze grew heavy, and her body started to sway to the side.

You're not allowed to sleep!" Justin felt a stabbing pain in his

opened his arms and pulled her close, saying,

in grave danger when they gave up hope of survival and gave in to the temptation to

if Bella closed her eyes at that moment, she might never open

at the man before her, tears welling in her eyes. Her heart

been so long since she had seen the spark in his eyes. Since he had awoken from his coma, his once vibrant gaze had grown dull, drowning

at this very moment, he was the last person she wanted to

closed her eyes. She mustered her last ounce of strength to push away his embrace." You might be Justin... But... I don't need

chest. He tried to tell himself that Bella

aside her weak protests, Justin forcefully removed her

as tears welled up in her eyes. She had barely any strength left to resist

on his face, Justin remained silent as he took off