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Chapter 893
Chapter 893
Justin found himself face to face with Christopher. He stared at Justin with a cold, mocking gaze. “Even now, you’re not giving up? You saw what just happened. Bella needs me, not you. But I suppose I owe you one. If it weren’t for your cruelty, Bella might not have been able to fully let you go and accept me.”
Justin took a deep breath, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. He had no desire to exchange words with Christopher. Just being in his presence filled Justin with disgust and repulsion.
In the past, he would have already started a fight with this man who stole his beloved’s heart. But now, did he even have the right to do so?
As Justin walked past Christopher, he suddenly stopped Justin and asked, “Why did you apologize to Bella? What did you do to her two years ago?”
Justin’s footsteps came to a stop as he closed his eyes. Memories of that fateful night flooded Justin’s mind, his lips grazing against her red earlobe, whispering over and over again how much he loved her.
Though Bella had never uttered the word “love” to him, he had sensed her lingering affection. Initially, there had been a flicker of hope between them. But he repeatedly disappointed her and made her suffer, ultimately destroying that tiny glimmer of hope. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
Justin’s chest throbbed with pain, spasming as tears welled up at the corners of his eyes. He crooked his parched lips. “Do you really want
to know?”
Christopher replied proudly. “Of course. As someone who has loved
Bella for 15 years, I want to know everything about her.”
Justin locked eyes with him, his gaze unwavering, his eyes reflecting depths as profound as an abyss.
After a moment, a chilling smile crept across Justin’s handsome yet pale face. His voice was hoarse and deep as he said, “I had sex with
her two years ago when she was still my wife.”
Christopher’s pupils dilated in shock.
“Bella has long been mine,” Justin declared, his words laced with a
bitter truth.
“You monster!”
Christopher’s fury surged like a tidal wave, his fists clenching tightly as he launched a punch toward Justin’s face. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone laying a hand on Bella, his Bella. How could this monster do that to her when he didn’t even love her back then?
But before his blow could land, there was a sharp crack.
Justin swiftly raised his palm, catching Christopher’s fist with such speed that he seemed like an entirely different person from the man who had just stood there and taken a hit from Bella.
A frown etched deep into Christopher’s forehead as he struggled to retract his hand, feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression
weighing upon him. Never before had anyone exerted such
dominance over him.