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.

in his chest as he watched her

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

grave danger when they gave up hope of survival and gave in

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

the man before her, tears welling in

Since he had awoken from his coma, his once vibrant gaze had grown dull, drowning in shadows deeper than the

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

closed her eyes. She mustered her last ounce of strength to push away his embrace."

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

aside her weak protests, Justin forcefully removed her jacket,

as tears welled up in her eyes. She had barely

he took off his