The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After several days apart, the man who had once been refined, dignified, and full of confidence was now gone without a trace.

Sitting before her was Christopher, his complexion dark and tired, his usually meticulous hair slightly messy, and his once sharp eyes filled with red bloodshot lines.

The former Chairman Iverson, once noble and poised, was now nothing more than a fallen, destitute prisoner.

But even in this state, upon hearing that Bella had come to see him, Christopher still made an excuse to visit the restroom, combing his messy hair and quickly washing his face.

The pride of being the Iverson family's young master had been thoroughly shattered in his first year in Sentania when he was still young.

From that moment on, the world no longer had Young Master Iverson, only Christopher, who climbed up over the bones of countless people, corrupted by evil and driven only by hatred.

He cleaned himself up because he was going to see Bella.

Yes, he still loved her.

But he had come to fully understand that, from the beginning, he was never worthy of her. Forcing something that was not meant to have harmed both of them.

Separated by the glass, Christopher and Bella locked eyes. He looked at her quietly, silent for a long time.

Bella noticed the bruise on his lip and the wound on his forehead. Indifferently, she asked, "Did you get beaten up?"

Christopher closed his stinging eyes briefly, the corners of his pale lips curving.

me. I'm ruthless, cruel, and a villain among villains. I expected this outcome

fighting. There's no reason

don't I?" Christopher smiled weakly but was still sincere in every word he

the most peaceful time I've had in over a decade. I seemed to possess

morning, all I could think about was how to fight, how to struggle, and

he spoke, he placed

gold-rimmed glasses that had

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my shortsightedness isn't severe. Wearing them made me feel

eyes lowered slightly. "With your personality, you wouldn't just surrender quietly. I thought you would end your own

your wish for me to submit to the law and face judgment?"

as if it were still a

not erase the endless pain and

"Bella, you've lost weight.

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gazed at her deeply,

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and again, greedily wanting to imprint this final image of her into his memory and take

ask you something. What are those pills you gave Justin Bella took a deep breath, suppressing the piercing emotion inside her. "I know asking

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