The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin steadied his breath as he pushed open the door to the hospital ward. He inexplicably tensed up at that

moment.

Few things ever made him nervous because only a few people ever had the power to. Besides his grandfather, Bella was the only one who had that power.

The room was silent, save for the rhythmic hum of medical equipment.

Bella was awake, leaning against the headboard. Her face was turned toward the pitch-black window. There was neither the moon nor stars, just an endless expanse of void. Whatever held her gaze was a mystery.

Justin froze mid-step, his eyes darkening as he caught sight of her.

For a moment, he felt as though even breathing required permission. The girl who had once radiated optimism, so dazzling and full of life, now seemed completely drained.

Bella looked so fragile and forlorn that the slightest breeze could scatter her into nothingness.

After a while, Bella became aware of his presence. She turned her head slowly, her dazed expression meeting his deep, ocean-like eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

body trembled slightly. The corner of her eyes was tinged red, and her whole

her one deliberate step at

an IV needle, stood out

pitiful and broken, flashed in his mind. His chest surged with an unexplainable anger that threatened to

own body like this? Does it amuse

you. I will keep my promise to you. But that day... It wasn't possible." Justin's tone was

seemed unusually stubborn. "Why not that

a hurry to

"Who?" Her voice cracked.

thin lips parted slightly. The words circled in his throat,

lips twisted into a bitter smile. It was a smile steeped in anguish, an almost unbearable sight.

the most important person in his world. Now, anyone could replace her. That person could

the thermos on the bedside table,

gaze. "You're right. It's not worth it. So I won't be foolish

night, her despair had reached

her actions amounted to nothing more than a hollow, meaningless plea for