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

　　"What is appropriate to wear for a four-year-old's birthday party?" I asked Vivian over the phone as I stared at the white shirt, black jeans, and trousers I had on the bed. I was suddenly having second thoughts about it.


　　I didn't want to be overdressed, and I wanted to make an impression on Ela.


　　"Jesse was barely a year old the last time I checked," Vivian replied, a little startled. "Are you drunk?"


　　I grunted and said, "I am not; today is Ocean's birthday party. He invited me."


　　"Ocean," he repeated, and he was thinking about the name.


　　"Why are you going to Imela's son's birthday party?" 


　　"Because Ocean invited me," I repeated. I needed him to keep up.


　　"That's not the reason I called you, Vivian." I hissed.


　　"What do you have in mind, princess?"


Chapter 53: Papa