The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Over there, the family bustled around Wyatt with lively energy.
Meanwhile, two sweet couples accompanied Celeste in the kitchen to make dumplings.
Celeste’s culinary skills were renowned. Even with something as simple as dumplings, she could create varieties in red, pink,
green, and yellow, each with a unique flavor. “Aunt Celeste, you spoiled Wyatt.”
Bella teased Celeste while deftly shaping plump, round dumplings. “It’s just dumplings, but you’ve made a rainbow of colors.
Wyatt is so good at troubling people around him!”
“Your father loves dumplings. It’s his favorite. I’m only making the colors for fun.
He didn’t ask me for it.”
Celeste smiled contently. “I was thinking, if I’m making dumplings for him, why not make enough for everyone to have some?”
“You, Aunt Mila, and Aunt Sasha spoiled him endlessly. In most families, the men spoil the women, but it’s the opposite in our
family.”
Bella scrunched her nose and huffed. “Did my mom used to spoil him like this when she was around? That’s impossible.”
“Your mother loved dumplings the most. She was the best at making them. She used to make them for your dad all the time. No
matter how many she made, he would eat them all. He never got tired of them,” Celeste replied with a smile.
Bella’s fingers trembled slightly as she held the dough. A painful bitterness welled up in her throat.
Justin felt her emotional turmoil and brought the misshapen dough he had been working on to her, his expression earnest. “Bella,
look at mine. Please review it.”
“It’s hideous.”
Upon seeing the round lump, Bella laughed. “What’s this blob? You can eat it yourself after it’s cooked. My life is valuable too,
you know.”
“Alright, I’ll eat it.”
Upon seeing her smile again, Justin felt relieved.

However, he could not help but feel puzzled.
From how the Thompsons described it, it was clear that Wyatt truly loved Bella’s mother, his first wife.
That kind of affection was undeniably more genuine than Gregory’s supposed love for Mary.
But if Wyatt’s feelings were so deep and sincere, why did he marry so many times? It seemed contradictory.
“Steve, my dumplings look atrocious... They’re way worse than yours!” Amelia pouted playfully, frustrated with her own
clumsiness.
“How are they atrocious? They look just fine. When they’re cooked, make sure to save all of yours for me. I’ll eat every single
one of them.”
With his hands covered in flour, he cautiously wrapped an arm around her waist, his warm lips brushing against her cheek as he
murmured in a voice full of affection.
“Dumplings, and youer?
want to eat both.”
His intimate whispers and closeness made Amelia blush.
Steven was the epitome of decency, even on their first night together. His inexperienced touch, trying to e remain calm but
trembling slightly showed that he was also a as he caressed her skin, per first timer.
It was captivating to see a gentleman like Steven act like a rogue.
Focused on making dumplings, Celeste seemed oblivious to the couple’s intimate interaction.
However, the subtle lift at the corner of her lips revealed a hint of joy.
Marriages of equal social standing, business marriage alliances, anon family honor-whatl doutd be more important than her
daughter’s happiness?
This was especially true considering

that not many families in the country could match the Thompson family’s status. Even if therg mene anly al few, itwould be like
opening a blind box.
Who could guarantee whether Amelia would get the man of her dreams or a monster?
Bella’s eyes darkened with suspicion.
She could not shake the feeling ithat Steven and Amelia’s relationship was different from before.
Could it be that they had already been intimate?
Just then, Asher hurriedly walked into the kitchen, interrupting her train of thought.