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The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge Chapter 49: New rule
My ride arrived after a few minutes, and I bid farewell to Vivian and told him to wish me luck. Knowing Cecil, she wouldn’t take the news well. A breakup would be the last thing she would accept, especially after everything she had been through, but this was for the best. It is better to break up now than when we are married. As long as Imela was here, I would never belong entirely to another, not really. Admitting it to myself was the first step out of confusion. Cecil deserved a better man—a man who would take her and all the love she had to give seriously. The car came to a stop, and I got down and paid. I walked into the house, and there was an opera theme playing. That was the first. I made my way further in, dragging myself as usual to the door and opened it. I stepped in and found Cecil seated on the bed, sobbing, and Chloe Reid, her mother, seated beside her, patting her back and consoling her. My stomach turned, but not in a good way. I didn't get along with the Reids as
The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge Chapter 50: First step to forever
Third POV Nina stood at the door, watching the make-up artist put the finishing touch on Cecil's face. She looked so beautiful on her special day that it brought back a few memories. Cecil had chosen a lace ball wedding dress that would trail behind her when she walked. There was a silver crown on her head that pinned the veil and her braided hair behind her and kept them both in place. Nina didn't understand the crown when she first saw it, but now she does. Cecil's father, Hunter Reid, was downstairs, and her mother, Chloe Reid, was in the room for moral support. The bride's maid and trail occupied the next room, and there were about five of them, all wearing matching royal blue dresses. Everything was in place, and in all but an hour, they would be at the chapel where the wedding would take place. Nina always had reservations about Cecil; she didn't trust someone who would date her friend's husband immediately after his divorce. It showed she was never a friend to Imela, and that
The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge Chapter 51: My wedding day
Oliver's POVThe alarm clock rang, telling me it was seven a.m., and I reached out and ended the annoying sound. My head fell back into bed, and I tried to get a few more hours of sleep; after all, it was the weekend. After a few minutes, my phone’s reminder beep went off, and I reached out to have a look. I found the reminder boldly written: "My Wedding Day."I had forgotten to delete this reminder, and now, here it was, staring at me in the face. I sighed and deleted it before tossing my phone onto the ground and dropping my head.Sleep came, and I was gone in minutes. I didn’t know how long I slept before my phone on the floor rang. I tried to ignore it and continue my sleep, but it didn’t stop ringing. Groaning, I rose from the bed and went to the phone, where I saw Seth's ID. I ended the call, but it began to ring again, and I switched it off and tossed it onto the bed.This way, it would stop ringing, and I could go back to bed and sleep.“Oliver, what the actual fuck do you thi
The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge Chapter 52: Bad guy
“Do you want to tell me why you are here without an invitation?” Imela asked as she walked up towards me, looking anything but happy to see me.I once again visited the Garcia Group firm without a formal invitation from her and was stopped by Benjamin. I knew Ela would prefer to come to the Plane enterprise, and if I had called ahead, that would have been what she would have done. I wanted to see her here. There was an energy I felt the last time I was here. She was more relaxed here than all the times she had been at the Plane Enterprise; I liked that.The floor looked to be in a more arranged fashion than it was when I came to visit the first time. A lot of work had been put in place to bring out the firm's unique look of comfort and confidence. Its outlook mimicked the one in Madrid, making it feel like a home away from home. The Garcia Group logo was also on the wall close to Ela’s office.She had let me in the last time by grace, and she told me they had a strict policy on visita
The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge Chapter 53: Papa
“What is appropriate to wear for a four-year-old's birthday party?” I asked Vivian over the phone as I stared at the white shirt, black jeans, and trousers I had on the bed. I was suddenly having second thoughts about it. I didn’t want to be overdressed, and I wanted to make an impression on Ela. "Jesse was barely a year old the last time I checked," Vivian replied, a little startled. “Are you drunk?” I grunted and said, “I am not; today is Ocean's birthday party. He invited me.” “Ocean,” he repeated, and he was thinking about the name. “Ela’s son.” “Why are you going to Imela’s son's birthday party?” “Because Ocean invited me,” I repeated. I needed him to keep up. “Where did you see him?” “That’s not the reason I called you, Vivian.” I hissed. “Then why did you call?” “I don’t know what to wear.” “What do you have in mind, princess?” “I was thinking of a white shirt and black jeans, but I don’t want to appear overly dressed; it’s a four-year-old party,” I answered before
The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge Chapter 54: Feeling ignored
My eyes were open in bed, and I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t have the strength, and as much as I ignored it, my heart hurt a little.I never got an answer from her regarding my question, and it’s been a week since Ocean's birthday. She has ignored my calls, sent them straight to voicemail, but never called back. She no longer frequented the Plane Enterprise, so I didn’t see her either. I wanted to visit her firm, but I had broken the rules twice, and I didn’t think she would be so generous. But I wanted to see her—I needed to.Seeing her was just as essential as the air I breathed at this point, especially after the beautiful kiss we shared on Ocean’s birthday. Did her old man advise her to stay clear of my path?Imela was a woman with her own mind and discretion; she could make her own decisions, so that couldn’t be it.Then why was she ignoring my calls and not replying to my messages? Was it because of the kiss? Was she angry? Should I not have kissed her?I was overthinking, bu
The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge Chapter 55: Affections and obligations
Thirteen years ago. “There he is, Oliver freaking Plane, the hero of this movie.” Zion taunted with a smirk curled at the corner of his lips, and behind him were his three other friends who helped him wreak havoc wherever he went. I wasn’t always their prey, though. Three years ago, I went against them because they were bullying Nancy Nyango, a disabled girl in our class, during lunch break. They asked her to come collect her glasses if she could while holding them up, knowing she couldn’t get up from her wheelchair. I came up from behind, took the glasses from Zion’s hand, and returned them to Nancy. Before they could retaliate, the history teacher walked into the hall and sent us to our various classes. Since then, I have become a target. At first, it was the ‘hero’ name-calling, but last year, it progressed into a more aggressive tactic, such as taking my lunch box and emptying my food into the trashcan. They would occasionally pour drinks on me, and when called out by teachers,
The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge Chapter 56: A very bad day
“What the hell happened to you, and why did you call me over?” Vivian inquired as he stepped into the parking lot and approached me. I had yet to leave the firm's parking lot; I didn’t find the strength even to move. I knew I couldn’t function this way. My brain had gone blank, and if I were to drive my car, chances are I would crash it in under a minute. I wasn’t sane enough, so I called the next best person I knew. Vivian. He told me he was still at work but promised he would come as soon as he could, and I told him where I was. Twenty minutes later, he pulled up in the parking lot. That was faster than I anticipated, and I genuinely appreciate it. “Because I don’t know who to call?” I mumbled, and this truth made me ashamed. I could call my other friends, but Vivian and I shared a stronger bond. We've reached the point where we've come to each other's aid without asking questions, and the others weren't there yet. “Are you drunk?” he asked but was already sniffing me for clues.
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