All Chapters of I REPAY MY HUSBAND'S BETRAYAL: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

They say that the best cure for a broken heart is to be busy at work, working overtime, and not remembering time except when you eat and come home and fall asleep. It seems like a good idea unless you have a family that is quite sensitive to what's going on with you.Really. It can't be ignored for too long.Maybe yesterday-when I ended up staying at my best friend's brother's house, I was able to avoid a lot of questions from Uncle Jack, Aunt Merry, and Lily too. But it's been three days and I've also made a lot of cancellations related to my wedding that will be held soon. They must be wondering what really happened to me.“Wilna.”If Aunt Merry had called me in that tone, I knew what would happen next. Interrogation. And sure enough. As I sat in the living room after dinner, after I had taken a shower and unwound a little from the many meetings and reports that had piled up at Nakia, Aunt Merry sat down beside me.She brought me a cup of lemon tea and her not-so-sweet homemade cake

"Wilna, do you know that the marketing department needs the most up-to-date input on the exhibition in three months? Have you prepared it?”I looked up as Thomas Edison's heavy voice filled my room. The guy just walked in without knocking on the door first. Really, this was the dozenth time I had protested his bad habit, but he didn't seem to care at all.It seemed like God had created Thomas as a challenge for me. So I had to extend my patience in order to face the man who had pulled out one of the chairs in front of me. Ready for a long talk that I'm sure won't be over in an hour. Ugh! I have a lot of work to do but I still have to deal with this guy? Seriously!“I've prepared it, sir,” I replied as I straightened my shoulders. My eyes glanced at the thick document lying neatly on the table. The work Thomas was asking about was really testing my patience. The financial reports of the last three months were a burden on my mind, not to mention the big exhibition plan that would become

Thomas really made me do a shitty morning activity. I had to wake up early, missing breakfast with Aunt Merry just to pick him up at the apartment. Ridiculously, I couldn't refuse not because I didn't have the courage. I saw that Thomas was really busy with his files. So... what that man was asking for wasn't just an excuse.He needs my help.So here I am now. Choosing a suit that suits him-tie, cufflinks, watch, and shoes. It must all match, or else I will get him angry. That's also why I had to take the time to study colors. It must be because the stuff in Thomas's clothes comes in a variety of colors.“Your clothes are ready,” I half shouted. I couldn't possibly talk in front of Thomas' bathroom door. Ugh! After sorting the clothes, I glanced at the dining table where there was nothing but a slice of bread with no jam on it.“How can he have so much energy with just two slices of bread?” I said as I opened the fridge. I took out the eggs, sliced beef, lettuce, tomato, and cucumber

I really wanted to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling. Even though the vibe was quite relaxed and the song I was listening to was pleasant, it still felt awkward.“Where are we going, sir?” I asked. For the longest time. His answer? Just a big smile and a mischievous grin. Typical of a man named Thomas Edison. More often than not, he was annoying with his multiple desires, dizzying with so many detailed things he wanted, not to mention that sometimes he acted like a sulking five-year-old.I don't understand why so many people admire him. I know he has extraordinary capacity as a leader. But... I guess that's a performance Thomas often gives in front of many people. In front of me? It's a different story.Just like this afternoon. Even though his meeting schedule with Sofie had been arranged in such a way. It was a little difficult to contact the woman in the middle of her busy schedule with the launch of the new product she was managing. Sofie Ansela, the daughter of a rich family.

“What's got you in such a mood?” asked Wilna after returning from lunch. In her hand was the cup of coffee Helena had ordered. At first, she thought she would hear an exciting story from Helena about her meeting with her future in-laws. But there seemed to be something wrong here.Helena, who was originally cheerful, looked somber.“Nothing,” Helena said with a fake smile.Wilna raised one eyebrow, not believing Helena's words. She sat on the sofa in front of Helena and offered her the coffee she had brought. “Oh, come on, you can't fool me. How long have I known you?” Wilna asked as she savored her cup of coffee. “Your face looks more pathetic than any tragic play I've ever seen.”Helena just sighed as she took the coffee and sat next to Wilna. The heat that the coffee cup brought to her palm made Helena hold it tighter. She hoped Wilna would give up and stop asking questions. But who was she trying to fool? This was Wilna-the friend who could always get her to talk, even when she di