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.

pain in his chest

pulled her close, saying, "It's me, Justin! Open

danger when they gave up hope of survival and gave in

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

the man before her, tears welling

since she 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

this very moment, he was

ounce of

tell himself that Bella was just rambling from the

protests, Justin forcefully removed

Bella said weakly as tears welled up in her

face, Justin remained silent as he took off his coat