Morningale

During her marriage, Paula never knew what happiness meant. She loved Len Bertram sincerely but all he did was insult her for two years. Even despite his indifference, Paula's love for this man didn't fade.

She believed he would come to realize that her feelings weren't false.

Unfortunately, she was set up by her devious mother-in-law and her stepsister. 

Len believed them, which was unsurprising, and sent her away from the Bertram family as punishment.

Six years have passed, and Paula is back with a fresh perspective on life and David Alesso—one of the most renowned film directors in the world—at her side. 

Now her ex-husband wants her back but Paula isn't the fragile, timid girl she used to be and won't let Len take away her joy. 
 
Len appeared more composed than he had been six years ago, but Paula was nothing like she had been.

Now scheming, wild, unforgiving... Those people would regret what they did to her.
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*Excerpt* 

Paula huffed sharply as she stared at the distant man in front of her. "Mr. Bertram! What I do is none of your business? The fact that you are acting as though we have known each other for years when we ended our relationship badly is presumptuous, and we are not on good terms."

"I'm sorry" Those words, as heavy as his heart, fell from his mouth. "I was a jerk and I know I deserve nothing from you but please..."

"Don't get on my nerves, Mr. Bertram!" Paula yelled at him before he could say anything more, expressing her disinterest in listening to him.

However, Len's next actions surprised her.

He moved an inch closer to her, brushing off the strand of hair on her face. "I don't want to get on your nerves, Paula but I want to get into here." With his finger pointed directly at her chest, he tapped her heart.

Paula's heart began racing wildly and at that precise moment she realized that Len was a fire she would never be able to put out.  

What will she do now? Will she be able to put out that fire?

Don't get on my nerves, Mr. Bertram!

"You know, it really disappoints me that you of all people would say that kind of thing," Paula stated, her eyes fixed on Yolanda as her voice was heavy with hurt.

Yolanda met Paula's gaze, her lips pressed into a tight line. She felt Paula's disappointment like a lead ball in her chest. "Paula, you need to exercise extreme caution. I only did what I did because of the people around. They're powerful, and they could make things difficult for you."

"I never asked you to support me," Paula retorted sharply, her hands clenched into fists. "The least you could have done is not side with Melissa. Despite knowing that she was the one who shoved me, you still praised her in front of everyone."

Paula's hurt was evident in her voice, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She struggled to contain her emotions, feeling betrayed by her closest friend.

Yolanda took a step forward, her voice pleading. "Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay?!"

Complicated