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

　　We arrived at the event venue, the Yellow Flur. The name sounded familiar, and when I asked Max, he told me it belonged to Sir Lockwood, Oliver's friend.


　　Nina found her way into the crowd to mingle with those she knew while holding onto Ocean.


　　The hall wasn't massive, but it provided a sense of luxury and comfort. It was also appealing; the musical band played at the back while the people acquainted and conversed with each other.


　　Almost everyone I knew and cared about except for Marcel was here, and I meant everyone. Then, I remembered that Oliver had worked closely with Ingrid to bring about the success of the day. So, though Oliver didn't know many of those here, Ingrid did and invited them. The first face I saw was Fermín holding onto Ocean with one hand and a glass of wine in his other hand.


Chapter 89: Permission to love