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

　　"You seem happier at the reception than you are now." Oliver pointed this out as we drove silently for more than five minutes.


　　I turned to him and noticed his curious blue eyes flickering carefully over me. I sighed, and my eyes dropped. "I thought I saw Cecil as we were leaving the reception. She was among the well-wishers waving us off, except she looked angry and held menace in her expression; she was there." I revealed it to him.


　　He took my hand into his and, bringing it to his mouth, kissed it but remained silent.


　　I didn't like that very much. He had asked what the problem was and then chose silence after learning about it. "You do not believe me, do you?" I asked.


　　"Cecil is in prison serving the sentence for what she did, and she will not be coming out anytime soon." He replied.


　　That's true; I knew her sentence, but "I know what I saw." I murmured, but he heard me and smiled.


Chapter 110: Perfection