All Chapters of The Betrayed Ex-wife's Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She was going home alone because Ceasar went home yesterday to be with his family, and Benjamin split his time between her and Marcel, who was still in recovery. Today was his day with Marcel. As much as staying close to Zion's car was necessary, the coward would likely give up his chase of her if he noticed he was being followed, and I didn't want to give him that grace. Many questions lingered in my mind, though: why was he following her? With everything happening in his world, Imela was the last person he needed to worry about. Could they have maintained a form of friendship even after their relationship ended? If so, I would have seen his smug face at the Plane Enterprise, and Imela would have slipped and called his name once in the last few months, but there was no such thing. Perhaps he needed her help. The Garcia Group specialised in saving sinking companies, and this was his way of asking for help. However, I doubt that with every fibre of my being. His eyes earlier looked

Oliver's POV She mumbled the last part to herself, but my ears picked it up. "What happened last time?" "The event that led to my disappearance." She said it in a somewhat shaken voice. Flashback I walked hand in hand with Cecil as we headed for our first class together. I saw a few students gathered together, staring at a poster on the wall. My curiosity kicked in, and I wanted to check it out, but Cecil pulled at my hand when I tried walking towards it, and I turned to look at her with a smile. "Aren't you curious?" She shrugged, "I am, but we are late for class." She replied. She had a point. We needed to get to class early, and staying here would not guarantee that. The poster wasn't going anywhere, and once I finished with my first class, I'd use the break to come check it out. I walked into the class, but I couldn't take my mind off the poster, and I wondered what it was and why it attracted so many curious students. I couldn't control my curiosity at this point, and I

I contemplated calling Imela immediately after I got a little free at work. I wanted to check up on her after what happened last night, but I didn't want to interrupt her if she was busy with work or a client. The incident was a terrible one, and I wasn't surprised that it made the news this morning. Zion was still being held in jail for attempted murder and trespassing on private property. The news stayed on the Stiles and how things had gotten even worse than they had before. The Stiles airline stock fell to the eighth position following the news, and it might be out of the top ten before the day ends. I also needed to apologise for the way I left. After what she told me about Ivory, I couldn't stay and continue talking. I should have done better, and I owed her an apology. Getting a call from Vivian didn't surprise me; he was the king of gossip, after all, and since I was involved in the news, he called to get first-hand details. I told him everything I knew, leaving the details

Imela's POV. A kiss was the last thing I expected, but it was what I needed. I didn't realise it until our lips touched, and I didn't want him to pull away. The cars passing by flashed their lights, and a few blew their horns, but my mind did not move from Oliver. He'd kissed me before, but this was different; this felt special, and even after he pulled away, I touched my lips, feeling giddy. He stared at me as if making sure I was okay with all that. I was, and he must have seen it because he didn't offer any apology and instead smiled. We returned to the car, and Jimmy silently drove us off. Oliver intertwined our fingers, and I flushed at the response my hand sent to the rest of my body. I tried to take my mind away from what was happening and focus on the road. "Where are we going?" His silence made me glance at him, "Do you trust me?" He asked with his brow arched. "A little," I replied. A hurt look flashed over his face, and he held a hand to his chest. "Ouch, that hurts."

Imela’s POV The only thoughts on my mind as I wrapped up the work on my desk were Ocean, Marcel, and rest. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Ocean’s face when he saw his latest Transformers gift. His daycare sent his monthly report via email, and Ocean was the most well-behaved child there, always curious and asking questions. He was a good boy, and good boys get rewarded. Well, it was a competition at this point. Oliver has visited Ocean a few times in the past month, and the first time he visited after the attack, Marcel thanked him. He brushed it off lightly and then told him there was nothing to thank him for; it was an honour to have been able to do something. After he left, Marcel told me Oliver was a decent man, which I agreed with. The court denied Zion's bail while he awaited his trial after a professional evaluation found him unstable. A week ago, his trial began, and if he were found guilty, he would serve up to fifteen years in prison. Oliver thought he should be locke