The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

There was an unsettling silence on the other end of the line. Christopher's forehead was damp with sweat, his heart pounding heavily as he waited anxiously.

"Congratulations, Mr. Iverson, for finally winning the heart of the woman you longed for." Grant's unmistakable voice echoed through the line, his tone smooth, with a low chuckle.

"All of this is thanks to your guidance, sir. Without your help, I wouldn't have been able to bring Bella to my side so easily." Christopher's eyes were filled with excitement, though his voice was dry and full of guilt. "However, I'm afraid I can never return to Savrow. I'm sorry, sir... I couldn't clear the path for you and eliminate the enemies. Even the new drug experiments had to be halted. I truly deserve to die." "You sure do," Grant's voice suddenly deepened.

It was as if Grant had choked Christopher by the throat, a suffocating pressure overwhelming him as cold sweat broke out across his back.

"However, this time, you've won the affection of Ms. Thompson. You've stolen my younger brother's lover, which is as good as taking his life."

Grant then laughed heartily, "I'll consider your debt paid."

"Thank you... Thank you, sir, for your forgiveness. Thank you for bringing us together!" Christopher's tense body instantly relaxed, and a bead of sweat rolled down his pale cheek.

"For Ms. Thompson, you were even willing to use your own mother as a pawn, to watch her die tragically right before your eyes."

Grant's laughter grew, but it was unclear whether he was genuinely admiring Christopher or mocking him. "Honestly, when it comes to ruthlessness, I do have to admire you."

ached painfully, and his vision blurred with tears as he

family crashed down on him like a collapsed

he could hardly be considered human

was nothing more than a bloodthirsty

you could drug your own mother, it shouldn't be difficult for you to give some to

a cruel, heartbreaking punishment

you." Grant's voice was both enticing and teasing. "A wedding gift." The sarcasm in his voice as he said "wedding gift" drained any sense of joy or

up and left the room, heading

beautiful redwood box, and his heart

on

step, Christopher approached the coffee table and, with a single hand, lifted the lid

three pills-one white, one gray, and

fragrance

picked up the black pill between his fingers and examined it under the light.

force on earth could tear them apart," Grant said as