All Chapters of The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Imela’s POVI knew what I saw; it was Cecil. I hadn’t seen her in months, but she was at the party.Oliver didn’t say it; he didn’t have to say it, but it was on his face, in his eyes, and in how he stared at me. He didn’t believe me, not really, and he looked more guilty. I sounded crazy to him, and he blamed himself for it, but I wasn’t crazy, and this wasn’t his fault. There was a grand scheme at work, and we were all a part of it. Kimberly told me that at the party, and though she might have referred those words to her relationship with Marcel, they could have meant more.He cupped my face, and his thumb caressed my cheeks tenderly. “Cecil is in prison, my love,” he replied.I shook my head and took hold of his hands. “No, I saw her at the party while you performed CPR on Ocean. I thought I was seeing things because of the stress I was under, but I saw her again as we got into the car and drove here. She isn’t in prison; she’s out, and she is responsible for what happened. You bel

Third POVOne week laterImela’s head turned, and she found Oliver standing at the door and staring at her. She turned away and went to the mirror, where she sat and adjusted her makeup. She had thought she was strong enough after leaving the hospital, but she wasn’t.She had spent the last week in the hospital because she didn’t want to leave, but just because she was at this point in her life didn’t stop the world from moving. Her role at the Garcia group called to her, and having abandoned it for over a week, she had to respond to it. Marcel had stepped in to help lessen the load in her absence, but there were executive decisions he could not make as he was no longer CEO, and that was what she came to do today. She hoped to put everything in place that would help her concentrate on the important thing right now: Ocean. She had broken down in the bathroom and cried her eyes out because she didn’t want to leave but needed to.“You don’t need to remain at the door; you can come in,” s

Nina walked towards Oliver with a joyful look on her face. She hugged him when he came close before pulling back and staring at him. “Oliver, Dad called; he told me he’s awake. I had to put everything together and come over.” A bright smile appeared on his face. “Yes, he is awake.” He and Imela had gone in to speak to the doctor, and when the psychologist at the hospital, a ward below, asked if she wanted Oliver present, Imela told him she didn’t want him present. He respected her choice, and after kissing her lips, he told her he would be with Ocean. The most important thing was her mental health, and if being absent would help her reveal the profound truth and her fears to the doctor and find a solution, then he was in support. “This is such excellent news.” She looked most happy. “I will tell Seth when he calls back; he's been so worried too.” Nina's words drew Oliver's attention back to Seth. His brother had been on an art review in the UK for the past month but had kept close

Trigger Warning! Graphic scene Imela’s eyes snapped open in the room as her consciousness returned, and her head hurt immediately. Her eyes closed, and she wondered what had happened and why she had such a crushing headache. She couldn’t remember anything leading to this moment, though; it was all blank, and the more she tried to remember, the more her head hurt.Her nose picked up a strange smell a few seconds later, and her eyes snapped open. This time, she ignored the ache that shot through her head. She glanced at the ceiling, which didn’t look like the one in her house, telling her she was far from home and trying to gather her scattered memories.Imela's right hand felt sticky, and her eyes narrowed on it as she brought her hand up to find out what it was exactly. Her heart skipped when the red substance registered with the smell she had picked up earlier: blood. It was the blood of someone. She sat up immediately, and there she found the apartment with pink and white paintings

Oliver's POV “Oliver!” Vivian called as she walked towards me. “I saw what happened. How are you holding up?” I wasn’t holding up well if I was being honest. Just the thought of Ela locked up didn’t sit right, and knowing what she had confessed to didn’t help either. Ela didn’t kill anyone because I knew her. If she were capable of murder, I would have been dead a long time ago. It wasn’t in her nature, and so despite everything, I still held onto my conviction. I had wanted to stay in the station with her, but she told me I needed to be with Ocean. Ela loved Ocean and wouldn’t do anything that would take her away from him. When I came home, Ocean was already asleep. I kissed his head and slept in his bed, holding him tight. I woke before him, and when I went for the door, he asked where his mother was. I had told him she would be home yesterday, but she still wasn’t home. I told him something terrible happened, but I assured him Ela would be home in the end. This time, unlike yeste