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

　　My phone rang, and as I picked it up, I saw Ingrid as the caller. I smiled and answered, "Hello, Ingrid."


　　"How are you?" I asked, picking up my diary from the nightstand drawer and sliding it into my bag.


　　"I'm great. I figured you would return from your honeymoon today and wanted to call and say congratulations to you once again." She said.


　　My smile remained, and I didn't try to tell her that we had been back for a while, as our plans had been cut short because of the tragedy that befell Vivian. If she didn't see it on the news, there was no reason to bring it up.


　　"Thank you, Ingrid, and how is Fermín?" I asked, carrying on the conversation.


　　She stayed silent, and that didn't seem good. "That's why I called."


　　My heart slowed, thinking of the worst that could have happened. "Okay, what's wrong?"


　　"He asked me to marry him," she said quietly.


Chapter 115: Moving on