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?"

corner of her eyes was tinged red, and her whole body

stepping toward her one deliberate step at a time. His gaze was dark, almost impenetrable. "Feeling any

out a cold laugh. The veins on the back of her hand, pierced by an IV needle, stood out in bluish relief." Thanks to you, Mr. Salvador, I haven't frozen to death

broken, flashed in his

body like this? Does it amuse you?" Her heart tightened. The already pallid color of her face seemed to drain further, leaving

that day... It

stubborn. "Why

a hurry

"Who?" Her voice cracked.

in his throat, but when they emerged, they sounded distant and indifferent.

smile steeped in anguish, an almost unbearable sight. She regretted asking. Why had she asked? Wasn't the

anyone could replace her. That person could occupy his mind and lead

the bedside table, his lashes lowered. "It isn't worth it to hurt yourself

It's not worth it. So I won't be foolish for you

her despair

to nothing more