The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Outside the gates of Yara Park, Christopher stood alone under the streetlamp as the evening breeze blew around him, waiting
for the person he had been longing for. It was unclear how much time had passed when the gates finally opened.
Bella appeared, wearing only a thin, light blue dress. Her eyes were as deep and dark as ink, and her gaze was sharp as she
walked toward him with determined steps. "Bella," Christopher said as his eyes lit up with joy.
Seeing Bella dressed so lightly, he hurriedly took off his suit jacket, intending to drape it over her shoulders. He looked worried
and said, "Bella, why didn't you wear a coat? It's so cold, you'll catch a cold."
"Don't touch me!" Bella's beautiful eyes were cold as she abruptly stepped back.
It was as if the man before her was a venomous snake ready to strike her at any moment, ending her life with just a single bite.
Christopher's arms awkwardly froze, and his already pale complexion grew even more ashen.
"Christopher, don't push your luck."
Bella's eyes were filled with intense hatred, and the words she forced through her gritted teeth were sharp and cold.
"I came out here just to see how low and shameless you can be. I'm here to learn from your despicable behavior."
She continued, "You must be really naive if you think I don't know who's behind the incident involving Asher and Arnold. Did you
really think hiding behind James and pulling the strings would keep you safe? You clearly underestimated me!"
Bella's blunt accusation didn't seem to faze Christopher's composed demeanor, but his eyes reddened and his voice became
hoarse and shaky, as if he were deeply hurt. "Bella, I swear I didn't do it!"
He continued, "Even if I've made mistakes before, I had nothing to do with what happened to Asher this time. I only learned
about it through the news!"
His lies were slick and effortless. He had said them so often that he almost convinced himself that they were true.
"Besides, what's the point of me framing Asher? I'm already the CEO of the Iverson Group. I've already got what I wanted, why
would I take that kind of risk and do something unnecessary? James is the culprit here. He's the one with a reason to do it, the
one who's eager to take down Asher to win my father's favor and regain his trust!"

Bella stared at him without blinking, her rosy lips curling into a mocking smile. "Christopher, have you really gotten what you
wanted?" Christopher was stunned.
"I know what you want. The infighting within the Iverson family has nothing to do with me. I don't care whether you live or die."
Bella's eyes burned with anger, as if her entire being were engulfed in flames. "But if you dare to lay your fingers on my family,
my friends, or my lover, I'll be sure to remember it all. One day, I'll make you pay twice as much for it. I'll make sure you can't live
or die in peace!
'Can't live or die in peace.' Those cruel words hurt Christopher deeply. His very was being torn apart brutally by Bella's intense,
fiery gaze. Yet, after that brief anguish,Christopher felt a strange sense of excitement.
He thought, 'Bella, you may have given all your love to Justin, but you've directed all your hatred towards me. Doesn't that mean
a part of your heart is still with me? You can't deny that you think of me and that I hold a unique place in your heart.'
A tender feeling filled Christopher's eyes, and he suddenly opened his arms, trying to embrace her.
A shiver ran down Bella's spine. Panicked, she tried to back away, but his cold hand had already grabbed her shoulder. An
overwhelming sense of sickness swirled within her chest.
Just when Bella was about to fight back, a strong figure suddenly stood in front of her.
"Justin!"
Justin's arrival filled Bella's heart with warmth, instantly dispelling all the chill she had felt.
In the next moment, Justin punched Christopher's cheek.
The force behind this punch seemed to be unleashing a pent-up anger that had been building for a long time, making its impact
formidable.
Christopher's vision blurred with agony, his head throbbing intensely.
Though skilled in combat, he had exerted all his strength to withstand the blow, yet it was not enough. He stumbled back a few
steps before collapsing heavily to the ground. "Christopher, if you dare to lay your hands on my wife, you will face a grave
consequence."

Justin looked cold and stern as he glared down at the man on the ground, his eyes burning with murderous intent.
Initially, he had been content to watch from afar, not intending to intervene. But he could no longer hold back after seeing this
man's filthy hands attempting to violate his beloved wife. His chest felt suffocated, as if it were being stampeded by a thousand
wild beasts.
Justin removed his jacket and wrapped it around Bella's delicate frame, pulling her in close. In a low and hoarse voice, he asked,
"Were you afraid?”
Bella shook her head, grinning, and snuggled up to his chest.
Christopher's heart ached at their intimate connection.