The image of him being happy and loving with my best friend felt like betrayal. It felt like he had launched a knife into my heart while I was struggling to breathe. 
How could he betray me this way? How could he betray me with my best friend? "
You said you loved me." I cried out and brushed the tears running down my face away. 
He stared at me, and the coldness in his eyes mirrored the one his mother always had for me. "That was my greatest mistake." I felt cold. 
Once Imela believed love was enough, now not anymore. Love was just another lie that the weak believed in to keep them from seeing the truth: that there was no place for people like them in this world.

The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge

　　I was the happiest I had ever been in the arms of Oliver Plane, the man I loved, being loved and pampered.


　　"You are too happy, and now I'm wondering what's going on in your dream." I heard Oliver's deep and curious voice ask, and my lashes parted to see the face towering above mine, having a curious look on it.


　　"Ela." He leaned in and kissed my surprised lips. "What were you dreaming about?"


　　"I dreamt we got married and were on our honeymoon," I answered, wondering why he was in my room and how he got in.


　　His mouth twitched to the side as if deep in thought: "Well, that's not a dream; that really happened. You are my wife, and I am your loving husband." He kissed my lips again.


　　My hands touched his face, and I saw the ring on my finger, confirming his words. "It wasn't a dream?" I inquired, and my eyes lingered on my finger.


　　"It isn't; I have the same ring here." He showed me the ring on his finger. "I am your husband, and you are my wife."


Chapter 8: Just a dream