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.

allowed to sleep!" Justin felt a stabbing pain in his chest as he watched her consciousness

he opened his arms and pulled her close, saying, "It's me, Justin! Open

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

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

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

from his coma, his once vibrant gaze had

moment, he was

ounce of strength to

furrowed as he felt an unbearable ache in his chest. He tried to tell himself that Bella was just rambling from the cold,

protests, Justin forcefully removed her

as tears welled up in her eyes. She had

a serious look on his face, Justin remained silent as he took off his coat and draped it over Bella's