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

　　"What are you doing?" Oliver questioned me as he emerged from the bathroom and found me using my laptop.


　　"A little research," I responded, avoiding eye contact as I anticipated his reaction.


　　He walked towards the bed and sat when he got close, pulling the sheet over his legs. "What happened to your strict no laptop in the bedroom rule?" 


　　He was reminding me of the rule that I had proposed two months ago to stop him from bringing work home. That rule was necessary. Knowing Oliver, he'd bring work home every chance he got, and I wanted to stop that for both of us. He ran Plane Enterprise and White Estate and always had an excuse for not finishing his reports in the office. I ran the Garcia group in the state, Stop, and supervised the firm in Madrid. I created an effective timetable that has helped me efficiently manage all of them accurately. If I could do it, he could do it too.


Chapter 133: Reasons to worry