The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2262

Bella stared blankly at him. His cold, stern face was like an expressionless mask.

Even though she stood right in front of him, it felt like there was the greatest distance in the world between them.

He knew she loved him, but he had erected an impenetrable wall, blocking her passionate, overwhelming love for him.

Justin had returned to the man he was three years ago, perhaps even more so.

Maybe he was showing concern for her. But he could no longer be the gentle, caring man who pampered her with every word and thought of her well-being.

Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of despair washed over her, leaving her soaked in defeat, utterly exposed, and painfully clear-headed.

"My stomach condition has always been there. You know that."

Bella met his deep, unlit eyes and smiled in resignation. "Don't worry. Starting today, I'll take care of myself. But I think this will be the last time I'll feel heartbroken over you. I won't do something this foolish again."

'The last time...' Her voice choked slightly as it reached his ears, causing his heart to tremble. "That's good." Justin's throat tightened, and an inexplicable emptiness spread across his chest.

It felt as though his organs were being ripped out, only to be replaced with sharp-edged stones that were tearing him apart from the inside out. The strange emotion trapped inside made him unbearably uncomfortable.

"My villa still has some of your things. When you have time, please ask Wilma to pack them for you," Bella said softly, trying to conceal the deep sorrow and reluctance in her voice.

that seeing those things would

their love, from the little moments of intimacy

all been

could she face it? She couldn't. She could

"No need. Just throw them

wasteful person. Even if he didn't want to deal with it himself, Wilma could sort it out, and Ian could

way, he too

to suppress the crumbling pain within, staring into his dark, turbulent eyes. "I've accepted that

but his face

slowly curled her frail body back into the covers, turning her back to him, resembling a pale, fragile

voice choked by the sourness and

His pale lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no

step and leave, Bella's weak voice sounded behind

abruptly, his broad back

voice, fragile and fleeting, disappeared in

fists showing bulging veins as he

ward, Ian followed

Every step felt heavy, as if his feet were weighed

couldn't help but

worry.

kept walking forward, acting