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.

a stabbing pain in his chest as he watched her consciousness fade away before

his arms and pulled her close, saying, "It's me,

suffering from hypothermia was in grave danger when they gave up hope of

that if Bella closed her eyes at that moment, she

her, tears welling in her eyes. Her

had seen the spark in his eyes. Since he had awoken from his coma, his once vibrant gaze had grown dull, drowning in shadows deeper than the night and colder than the

at this very moment, he was the last person she

last ounce of strength to push away his embrace." You might be Justin... But... I

chest. He tried to tell himself that Bella was

her weak protests, Justin forcefully removed her jacket, which was

up in

remained silent as he took off his coat and