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 heart dropped, and my stomach turned in a bad way as my eye lingered on the gun pointed at me. The face clicked in my head, and I gasped. Red beards, blue eyes, and a terrifying demeanour I couldn't forget. I had dreamed many times and seen this face.


　　This was one of the two men who attacked me over five years ago and later threw me off the Harvard Bridge, hoping to drown me. He was back after five years, hoping to finish what he had started back then.


　　Ivory probably learned I was behind her arrest a week ago and her pending trial and sent her thug to end me.


　　How did he get in, though? The apartment was secured, and it was still locked when Oliver and I entered not long ago. He must have gotten in while we were out somehow. I stood unmoved, not wanting to risk getting shot.


　　"Do not make a sound," he said, stepping forward.


　　"Whatever she's paying you, I'll double it." I proposed to him, but he looked unwilling to take the offer.


Chapter 99: Death and truth