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 finished the last piece of the file before me with a heavily beating heart, and I shut the file and cleared my desk. I grabbed my bag and rose to my feet, done for the rest of the day. There was only one thing on my mind: the birthday party Oliver was throwing me tonight. He kept me up last night with his sweet talks. I couldn't tell him his voice had turned me on; his voice had done that to me many times in the past week. He had promised me my present on my birthday, and so I took solace in that, counting down to the days that would lead to us being alone.


　　When it was midnight, he wished me a happy birthday and told me to go to bed. It was a command, and my body followed immediately because I was asleep within minutes.


Chapter 88: Hate and love