The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ever since the day Amelia asked to have some space, Steven has not stopped looking for her. He made countless frantic calls and spent nights standing guard outside Yara Park, only to leave feeling disheartened time after time.

The look of being trapped by love and enduring heartache was no different than when Justin pursued Bella.

Amelia dared not step out. She locked herself in her room every day. She forgot to eat or drink, becoming increasingly skinny. Her pillows were drenched with tears day after day.

Whenever she missed Steven, she would stand by the window at the end of the corridor, open the curtains, and steal a glance outside. Whenever she yearned for him, he was there.

Steven stood tall in the wind, as strong and unwavering as a pine tree, his eyes fixed on her room. Just thinking about him caused her pain, which seeped into every part of her body and tugged at her heart day after day.

She believed she had deeply hurt Steven and felt guilty about it. But was there any way for her to make things right?

realized she was being selfish. She struggled with choosing between Steven and

at her phone with a blank expression, so he leaned in to take a look. His expression suddenly turned gloomy, but he still managed a dry smile as he stepped back and said, "Ms. Amelia, if it's urgent for you to attend to something,

hanging up the phone. Worried that Steven might contact

than leading him on and then disappointing him later. It's best to end things now rather than dragging it out and hurting him even

with excitement, his voice trembling

slight nod and moved to the

steps forward,

careful!" Amelia instinctively

would often help elderly people cross the road, so when she saw a person with disabilities about to fall, her natural response kicked in. Without missing a beat, Charles

breath and looked at her with deep gratitude. "Thank you...

away, Wyatt was chatting amiably