The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the morning, a warm glow of sunlight was cast upon the entirety of Rose Island. The shore, filled with fine grains of pure white sand, reflected the sunlight off its surface. Meanwhile, the window of Bella's bedroom was covered with a layer of heavy and velvety curtains. Its fabric was so thick that sunlight could barely penetrate through it.

For someone who had to endure a devastating, grueling experience all night, such a setting was the perfect place to fall asleep until the end of time.

Christopher, on the other hand, managed to wake up very early.

He was jolted awake by a nightmare and woke up drenched in cold sweat.

When he opened his eyes, his complexion was pale and sickly. The first thing he did was to shift his trembling hands to the side to feel for a body.

Soon, his touch reached Bella's soft and supple body. He sighed in relief upon feeling her presence and sat himself upright on the bed.

The bedsheets were sprawled out haphazardly on the bed.

It was not the product of their consummation but Bella's determined and relentless struggle all night.

In the end, Christopher forced himself to suppress his desire and keep away from her.

He leaned listlessly against the head of the bed and stared at the delicate features of the sleeping woman.

of

her. Countless other emotions swirled within

supposed to look into those eyes and transform all of my doubts into trust? When

fingertips gently grazed against the tip of Bella's dainty nose as he chanted

note he sang

could not hear

that this was going to be his last chance to sing

leaned over and

address her as

he could not bring himself to say

the same bed, Bella would never truly

knew he was nearing his end and did not want to spend it in

there was a knock on the door. The maid

for you to take your

wound on his chest. She was so terrified by the sight that her eyes widened, and

fine. No need for