The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2191

"Justin never even proposed to you, nor did you two have a wedding. Three years ago it didn't happen, and he still hasn't done it now. He never gave you a proper diamond engagement ring either. How can he call himself your husband? Ridiculous!" Christopher remarked.

He gently took Bella's hand, kissing the back of it tenderly, then slipping a large, pear-shaped pink diamond ring onto her finger.

Bella wanted nothing more than to rip the ring off and throw it into the sea, but she was paralyzed, forced to let Christopher do as he pleased.

"Justin is too indecisive. He won your heart, yet he's a coward, always hesitating. Such a weak and cowardly man is truly unworthy of you," Christopher sneered as he held her hand, now adorned with the ring, against his chest. His eyes blazed with a desperate, obsessive fervor.

"What he can't give you, I can. We'll have a romantic wedding here on Rose Island. The animals and the birds in the sky will be our witnesses. I have a vast rose field here, and every morning, I will pick the freshest, most vibrant roses for you. Isn't this the life you always dreamed of?"

"I did dream of it, but only if I were with Justin!" Bella glared at him with intense hatred, her voice firm as she spoke. "With you, none of this means anything! Christopher, no matter how much you scheme or how many tricks you play, your heart is nothing but a barren wasteland. It is incapable of growing roses and they will never bloom!"

Christopher's smile stiffened, his pale complexion of his face growing even more eerie and cold.

But he promptly regained his composure. His long, slender fingers encircled the back of her neck. He lowered his eyelids, leaning closer as if to claim the lips he had kissed countless times in his fantasies.

"Where is Mrs. Iverson?" Bella, desperate to avoid his kiss, blurted out the question.

Christopher's heart ached, and he paused.

Bella noticed the deep sorrow that suddenly clouded his dark eyes behind the golden-rimmed glasses. Sensing something amiss, she pressed him urgently, "What happened to Mrs. Iverson?!"

Christopher's heart ached as he answered, "My mother has passed away,"

Bella's mind buzzed with shock. "When?!"

"On the day we boarded the plane to Rose Island, she sadly passed away," Christopher said, his hand growing cold. Perhaps feeling guilty, he avoided Bella's piercing gaze.

But Bella was not easily deceived. Her keen eyes noticed every subtle change in his expression.

Suddenly, she realized something, and her chest tightened as she stared at him with wide, accusing eyes. Bella exclaimed, "No... No, that's not right! Mrs. Iverson's condition didn't worsen because of my words. It was you! You did something behind the scenes!"

Christopher pretended to be shocked. "Bella, how could it have been me? You know my mother's

condition. Her health was already failing. The doctors said she wouldn't live to see the next year. At such a time, of course, I would want to be with her during her final days... How could I harm her? She was my mother, my only family!"

But the small, subtle clues instantly clicked together in Bella's mind.

"If that were true, you should have rushed her to the hospital, doing everything you could to save her. But instead, you took her straight to Rose Island, which means you never intended to save her from theNôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

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