All Chapters of The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

“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

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,

Third POV The door opened, and Ingrid stepped in, holding a package. She approached, only stopping when she got to the desk. Imela looked up, placing the pen on the file she was reviewing. Ingrid handed her the pack holding the file, and Imela took and pulled out the recorder she had requested from the restaurant yesterday. She glanced up at Ingrid and asked, "This is it, right?" Ingrid nodded. "Yes, Ms. Garcia. This is the confirmed audio. It came in a minute ago." "Good. You know what to do." She said, handing the package back to Ingrid after returning the recorder inside. Imela had explained in detail how it should go and why it was best if the recorder stayed with her until the right time came. This was all according to plan. Ingrid paused and turned to her after getting to the door. "Are you sure about this?" She held a worried look on her face. "If you take this step, there is no turning back. I do not want you to get hurt." Imela met Ingrid in the hospital in Madrid, wher

Oliver hadn’t seen her since he confronted her about her relationship with Zion over a month ago. She hadn’t come to the company, and instead, she sent Ingrid to carry out her duties, stressing that her PA was more than capable. At first, he thought that was unprofessional and emailed her concerning it. She referred him to the agreement, which stated that for the first two months, she would oversee the implementations, and that would change after the third month. From the third month, the overseeing would be carried out with someone from the Garcia group team. In the Plane Enterprise case, Imela had spent roughly four months, superseding the time she had stated in the agreement. Oliver had no more quarrel and wondered why he never saw it. Ingrid knew precisely what to do, and he wondered if she was just a P.A. as she posed to be with Imela. She came to assist yesterday and stayed until closing. She was very business-minded and kept everything professional, just like Imela would.