The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



"Bella, don't panic. Listen to me!" Asher's heart tightened, hesitation churning inside him. Knowing there was no way to hide the truth, he decided to downplay the severity. "Justin was injured when he fought Christopher on the island and hasn't woken up yet. But don't worry. Apart from a gunshot to his left shoulder, he doesn't have any other serious injuries, and his organs weren't damaged."

"Left shoulder... The left shoulder again?!" Bella's eyes widened, brimming with tears. Her heart was aching so much that she was on the verge of crying.

"Back on South Island, Justin also suffered a severe injury to his left shoulder to save me. Now, he's been shot again. His left arm is going to be crippled!"

As she spoke, large, crystal-clear tears rolled down her cheeks. It was as if the bullet had torn through her own heart, bleeding and raw.

"Bella, don't worry! Edward and I hired the best surgeons from Sentania to remove the bullet and perform surgery on Justin. His left arm has been saved. Although he might have some lingering pain, it won't affect his daily life." Camilla quickly explained, trying to calm her down.

"If... if it's just an external wound... Why hasn't Justin woken up?" Bella asked anxiously.

The air grew heavy and suffocating.

An invisible hand seemed to squeeze Bella's throat, and a strong sense of unease surged through her body.

"No... I have to see Justin! I must be by his side!"

Ignoring her brothers' attempts to stop her, Bella got out of bed, her eyes red as she pulled the needle out of her hand and stumbled toward the door.

"Bella! You're still very weak. Don't move around!"

Asher and Drew rushed to help her, but Bella had reached her limit. Her legs gave out from exhaustion, and she collapsed to the ground.

Still, she did not give up. Even if she had to crawl, she was determined to reach Justin.

In the end, Asher carried Bella to find Justin, where he lay unconscious.

"Justin... What's wrong with you? Why are you sleeping for so long?"

Bella's oversized hospital gown was drenched in cold sweat. Her pale, delicate face was stained with tears, falling onto Justin's rough, calloused palm. "Wake up... Wake up and look at me, okay? I won't run off anymore. I'll listen to everything you say... I won't be stubborn... I won't make you worry again. Don't scare me like this.... Justin, wake up!"

But all that answered her was a cold silence.

His hands were now rough and scarred.

Bella remembered that after he retired and went into business, his hands had lost the callouses from battle and had grown softer with a life of luxury.

But because of her, time and time again, he had to pick up a weapon once more to shield her from the storms and protect her.

Now, he was left with illness, wounds, and a broken arm.

She had tortured the man she claimed to love to this point, every inch of his body covered in

scars.

Bella, was this the love you gave him?

Being with her, Justin had endured every hardship imaginable. Was this the love she had given him?

How laughable. How utterly ridiculous!Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Bella collapsed over Justin's still body, silently sobbing into his chest.

Asher stood behind her, unsure of how to comfort her.

What a pair of ill-fated lovers. They had only begun to experience happiness, yet fate had cruelly played another heartless joke on them.

At this moment, the door to the hospital room opened. Wearing a white coat and holding the CT scans, Arnold walked in with a grave expression.