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'd want us to have a son first and then two daughters," Oliver's words echoed in my head while he came to cuddle me in bed and kiss my neck.


　　"And why is that?" I asked with a raised brow.


　　"Because I'd show him what it means to be a man and protector of his sisters," he replied without hesitation. He seemed to have thought about his answer this time.


　　This side of him was surprising, and I couldn't get enough of it.


　　I turned around in his arms to look at him. "And if you have a girl first, will you give her back?" I arched a brow.


　　He laughed, and my stomach fluttered at the soft sound. "No. I will set the standard for her." He answered, leaned in, and kissed my lips softly.


　　His answer was perfect because he was the example of a man I wanted my daughters to have someday—tender, loving, generous, passionate, and, most importantly, kind.


　　He pulled away and stared into my eyes. "What do you want first?"


Chapter 68: Protector