I'll Get My Revenge This Time

Livia Lumiere Carlos softly whispered to herself, “Happy Wedding Anniversary to me,” as she gently extinguished the candle atop the cake she had acquired just moments before.The clock struck ten in the evening, and still her husband had not arrived. Despite making multiple attempts to reach out, she found herself met with silence as George remained unresponsive. She is filled with worry; a sense of unease is creeping in, as if something ominous is unfolding.Livia has been aware for quite some time that her marriage is deteriorating. She was aware that she had poured her heart and soul into salvaging their marriage, driven by her deep affection for George. She had bestowed upon him all that he desired, leaving herself with nothing to spare. Livia couldn’t help but notice the contradicting nature of the wine—sweet yet bitter.She couldn’t help but feel a tinge of bitterness herself as she pondered this observation. With no one by her side except for George, she couldn’t help but notic

Livia chose not to look at or respond to George’s text or call. What might be the reason for her actions?She simply had no desire to engage in conversation with a man like George, who was both a cheater and a traitor, not to mention his arrogance.She had already made a personal commitment to never invest any emotions in George. The man forced her to do this.This particular day holds significance for her, as it marks a moment of retribution. She possesses knowledge of the events that will unfold today, and she harbors no reservations about confronting anyone who dares to provoke her.Livia Lumiere will not be seen as timid or easily pushed around. They will observe a different path in their surroundings. With unwavering confidence, she finds herself certain of it, for she took the time to prepare herself.Lost in contemplation, she proceeded to their office without delay, her mind still lingering on the thoughts that had occupied her during breakfast.As she made her entrance, the g

Livia had finally reached the third day of her return to the timeline of her life. The traitor remains unseen by her, and time eludes her to meet him as well. The woman is aware that George requires her, rather than the other way around. She stated that her boyfriend has yet to try the new Livia. The day’s work has come to an end, and she finds herself seated on the toilet in the company’s restroom, attending to her personal needs.Before, she was tired. However, now it appears that her job is as effortless as can be. Livia had just completed her task and was preparing to cleanse her hands when the sound of voices reached her ears, indicating the arrival of others.“F*ck! How am I supposed to do that report? I am unsure of my abilities to do so!” A smirk graced Livia’s face upon hearing their voices. Even in the privacy of the comfort room, she remains the subject of shameless individuals. Instead of yelling at them, she chose to listen to their conversation first.“Because I couldn’t

Livia, exhausted from a day of hard work, finally returned home and began tidying up her belongings. She is decluttering, but not with her own belongings, but with those she brought for George because he did not want to bring them into his home.Livia was aware of the reason behind it: her style was outdated and couldn’t keep up with the current trends. Her parents, the ones who had raised her, were no longer present. Living alone makes her susceptible to being easily fooled by others.A chuckle escaped her lips as she caught sight of two boxes containing George’s belongings neatly tucked away inside a larger box. Trembling, she casts a glance at herself before swiftly discarding the boxes outside her apartment. The trash will be collected by a garbage collector.“I am old-fashioned, huh?” She couldn’t help but sarcastically remark to herself about what George had told her.“Just wait until Monday when you lay eyes on me. I will laugh in your face,” she says, despite the fact that the

“Why are you following me?” Livia crossed her arms and shot a glare at the man, she said. The man’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, and he let out a dismissive scoff in response to her. “Be cautious not to make assumptions, lady! The mall isn’t yours,” the man retorted in response to her. “Then, explain why you are here! This is no mere coincidence.” With her finger pointed, she told the man. The man nonchalantly lifted his shoulders in a gesture of indifference. “Can you just leave the elevator if you don’t want to ride with me? I don’t like noise, and your nagging is driving me crazy!” The man’s expression turned serious as he snapped. When Livia saw that, she wanted to chastise herself for being suspicious and making assumptions. The man appears to be in a sour mood, and the constant nagging from her is only exacerbating the situation. Just like her, she has the ability to sense when someone is feeling down. She managed to regain her composure. She mumbled an apology as she st