The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2380

Drew was drenched, but he paid no heed to himself.

His large hands firmly gripped Yvonne’s trembling shoulders. “Don’t be afraid... I’m here! Don’t be afraid!”

Yvonne stared at him blankly. Her lips parted, her face pale, like someone who had just escaped from the suffocating depths of the ocean.

“Did you have a nightmare? Don’t worry... I’m here; your husband’s here.” Drew’s voice trembled with panic as he held her tightly in his arms.

“I... I can wash myself,” Yvonne stammered, trembling violently as she tried to cover the old scars on her body.

Those years under Christopher’s torment in Pivotage had left countless scars—both physical and emotional. The flood of shameful, dark memories overwhelmed her, leaving her gasping for air.

The reason she never allowed the lights on during intimacy was her deep psychological scars surrounding the subject. She had always bathed alone, unwilling to let anyone, especially the one she loved most, see the ugly marks that bore witness to her painful past.

Drew’s eyes flickered with shock, and in that instant, he understood everything.

Without hesitation, he stepped into the bathtub, immersing himself alongside her. His bloodshot eyes shone with determination as he wrapped his arms tightly around her fragile frame.

“Yvonne, listen... Listen to me,” he whispered.

Yvonne’s teary eyes gradually steadied under the warmth of his embrace, her erratic breathing slowing.

“You’re amazing, Yvonne. Being with you is the greatest blessing of my life. I’m the one who’s unworthy of you,” Drew said, his voice filled with both tenderness and pain.

As he gently patted her trembling back, his fingers brushed over the scars that marred her skin. Each one etched itself into his heart, a testament to her suffering. “The past is behind us. Let’s look forward. The good days are still ahead, waiting for us.”

…

In the early hours of the morning, Yara Park lay shrouded in stillness.

Unable to sleep, Bella wrapped herself in a soft blanket and sat alone on the veranda, gazing at the snow under the moonlight.

However, her mind was far from the serene scene. She was preoccupied with thoughts of Justin’s well-being as well as the sinister schemes Grant and Lucas might still be plotting.

“Bella? What are you doing here?”