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

　　He broke the kiss and placed his forehead against mine. "Ela," his breath fanned over my face, causing weakening shivers through me.


　　"Olly," I called, and my hand stroked his face.


　　His hand came to touch mine, and he pulled back. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that." He began rubbing his thumb over my hand.


　　I scoffed, "You're sorry for kissing me?" I demanded in frustration. "What is this?" 


　　My teeth gritted, and in anger, I beheld the hot man who just awakened desires deep within me—desires he wasn't ready to satisfy. "A month ago, you asked me out on a date; I shouldn't have agreed to it, but I did because I thought, why not? I don't know what I did that made you distance yourself from me, and now you're apologising for kissing me. It's like you want me but don't at the same time."


　　"That's not what I've felt in the past few weeks." I stepped away from him.


Chapter 82: Clarity