All Chapters of The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Oliver's POV Receiving news of Seth's awakening was an answer to prayer. I couldn’t believe when I last prayed, but for his sake, I did. Just like a week ago, when I heard the news of his attempted suicide, I cancelled the rest of my appointment for the day and drove straight to the hospital. I met with the doctors, who told me they had transferred Seth to another unit after his awakening and led me over to see him. I pushed open the door to his room, and I saw Ivory still seated beside him, holding onto his hand. She hadn't left his side in the past week. Robb couldn’t return to his role at the company, as he spent his time here beside his wife and others, going around to get food and whatever else she needed. If she had left his side, it wasn’t up to an hour. Ivory believed this was her punishment for being a horrible person, and yesterday, I found her with her eyes closed, mumbling something under her breath. She was praying. She might have realised the error of her ways and how

Decision on what to wear tonight. Things like this were my kryptonite; it was easy to dress up for work and dates, but anything that differed from these two always had me wanting to pull my hair out. It could be that I didn't want to dress too formally, but I didn't want to stand out while there.Though I had known about it a month prior, I didn't prepare for it.“Do you think she would be there?” Vivian asked over the phone as I pulled out the clothes I finally decided to wear. A grey long sleeve, black suit and plain trousers. Unlike last year, there was no colour code.I buttoned up my white shirt and adjusted its collar. “I do not know, and I do not care at this point,” I answered.It was Robb and Ivory’s thirty-first anniversary, and it was the first formal outing I was going on without Cecil by my side. We didn’t break up, but I came close to doing that. I knew Cecil, and I knew she would hurt herself if I ended things with her, especially now. We were just apart. Perhaps I'll

Third POVAfter Imela placed a bid on the finished artwork of Seth, she and Fermin said their farewells to the celebrating Planes and took their leave from the party.Their drive home was twenty minutes, but they did it silently, and neither wanted to break it. Usually, Fermín kept Imela engaged in one conversation or the other, but there was no such thing this time. For whatever reason, he didn't want to break his silence. The awkward silence began after Imela returned from the restroom. All the way home, they maintained it, and Imela stared out the window to keep herself distracted from it all. Her hand trailed her face a few times, reminiscing about Oliver’s touch on her skin, which now made it feel different to her touch. She had no affection for Oliver, so why did she feel this way?Caesar opened the car's door as it stopped in front of the house. She stepped out and walked into the house, and Fermín followed behind.“Mamá!” Ocean called, running downstairs and towards her with

Oliver’s POVThe anger and the helplessness of knowing her back was against the wall showed themselves on Cecil’s face. This was business and not a personal affair. Ela was a very business-minded person and kept everything professional. It was a show of respect to everyone seated, but Cecil didn't care about how she looked.She turned to me a few times, but I could do nothing. If I were to rise, Lewys would have attacked me, and I also didn’t want to get up. Ela was offering to buy Stop, and in so doing, I wouldn’t lose my investment. This was a win for everyone, including Cecil, but she didn’t see that.Getting fired on the spot made things worse.The security team marched in and came to lead her out, and Ela followed them. I followed, “You think this is the end?” she demanded as soon as they were out. “You think you are just going to come here and take everything away from me?”Imela gave her a pitiful look. “I think the answer to that is yes, I can.” She took a step forward. “And

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