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

　　The door opened, and Ingrid stepped in, holding a package. She approached, only stopping when she got to the desk. Imela looked up, placing the pen on the file she was reviewing. Ingrid handed her the pack holding the file, and Imela took and pulled out the recorder she had requested from the restaurant yesterday.


　　She glanced up at Ingrid and asked, "This is it, right?"


　　Ingrid nodded. "Yes, Ms. Garcia. This is the confirmed audio. It came in a minute ago."


　　"Good. You know what to do." She said, handing the package back to Ingrid after returning the recorder inside.


　　Imela had explained in detail how it should go and why it was best if the recorder stayed with her until the right time came. This was all according to plan.


　　Ingrid paused and turned to her after getting to the door. "Are you sure about this?" She held a worried look on her face. "If you take this step, there is no turning back. I do not want you to get hurt."


Chapter 57: Plans in motion