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

with traces of their love, from the little moments of intimacy to the shared household items they had bought together during grocery runs.

all been torn

she face it? She couldn't. She could

cool. "No need.

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

in some way, he too was avoiding something he could not quite

eyes. "I've accepted that you don't love me anymore. As

lashes trembled slightly, but his face remained

lingered on the man's deep, cold features. Then she slowly curled her frail body back into

out." Her throat burned, her voice choked by the sourness and bitterness

slightly. His pale lips moved as if he wanted to say something,

he was about to take a step and leave, Bella's weak voice

stopped abruptly, his broad back

The soft, tearful voice, fragile and fleeting, disappeared in

breath hitched, his clenched fists showing bulging

VIP ward, Ian followed closely behind

empty. Every step felt heavy, as if his feet were weighed down

couldn't help but ask, his

worry.

acting as