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

　　"Everything looks tiny from up here," I spoke after staring out for a while. Oliver was now seated behind me with his arms around my waist as we stared down from the height.


　　"Everything is really smaller than we make it out to be, except faith and love." He responded.


　　I glanced at him, my eyes full of amusement. "Faith, that's new. Is that a newly found focus?"


　　He smiled and tightened his arms around me. "Not new; I always knew this. Life is fleeting and unpredictable, and it is smaller than most people would like to believe. Love and faith, however, aren't. They persist even after our departure. The greatest is love."


　　"When did you get so smart?" I asked, leaning in to place my head on his chest.


　　He kissed my hair and said, "I don't know."


　　"I want to stay here," I blurted out before I could stop it. "It feels quiet, peaceful, and whole. It doesn't make sense, but it does to me. That feels selfish, though."


Chapter 112: One