Justin found himself face to face with Christopher. He stared at Justin with a cold, mocking gaze. âEven
now, youâre not giving up? You saw what just happened. Bella needs me, not you. But I suppose I owe
you one. If it werenât for your cruelty, Bella might not have been able to fully let you go and accept me.â
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 belovedâs heart. But now,
did he even have the right to do so?
As Justin walked past Christopher, he suddenly stopped Justin and asked, âWhy did you apologize to
Bella? What did you do to her two years ago?â
Justinâs footsteps came to a stop as he closed his eyes. Memories of that fateful night flooded Justinâs
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 âloveâ 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.
Justinâs chest throbbed with pain, spasming as tears welled up at the corners of his eyes. He crooked
his parched lips. âDo you really want
to know?â
Christopher replied proudly. âOf course. As someone who has loved
Bella for 15 years, I want to know everything about her.â
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 Justinâs handsome yet pale face. His voice was hoarse
and deep as he said, âI had sex with
her two years ago when she was still my wife.â
Christopherâs pupils dilated in shock.
âBella has long been mine,â Justin declared, his words laced with a
bitter truth.
âYou monster!â
Christopherâs fury surged like a tidal wave, his fists clenching tightly as he launched a punch toward
Justinâs face. He couldnât bear the thought of anyone laying a hand on Bella, his Bella. How could this
monster do that to her when he didnât even love her back then?
But before his blow could land, there was a sharp crack.
Justin swiftly raised his palm, catching Christopherâs 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 Christopherâs 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.