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?"

trembled slightly. The corner of

her one deliberate step at a time.

veins on the back of her hand, pierced by an IV needle, stood out in bluish relief." Thanks to you, Mr.

curled up in the snow, pitiful and broken, flashed in his mind. His chest surged

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

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

seemed unusually stubborn.

was in a

"Who?" Her voice cracked.

parted slightly. The words circled in his throat, but when they

in anguish,

in his world. Now, anyone could replace her. That person could occupy his mind and lead him to

this again." Justin placed the thermos on the bedside table, his lashes lowered.

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

despair had

to nothing more than a hollow, meaningless plea