All Chapters of Dear, Ex Husband. You Cheated! : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sarah scoffed at the mention of 'his first lady', she's more like a nanny to his baby. "First Lady, my foot. As if..." She thought, and almost rolled her eyes at him.But that aside, she realized the press conference could be her chance to clear her name and put an end to David's slander once and for all. But she wasn't sure if he mean what he had just said, and this could be a trap."Didn't you said you don't want me appearing in public again?" She asked him, her left brow raised. "What changed? Is your post being threatened — because you married an infidel woman?"The president smiled, but Sarah doubt it was a real one; it seems more like that of mockery to her. "I'm sure you'll do great, First lady. You're a natural in front of the cameras." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've done this before, and you enjoyed it. A second time won't hurt!""Oh, really?" She mouthed slowly, short of words."But... I have to be honest. I'm also doing this for myself. The public already

Seth stormed into his residence, his face flushed with anger. He had just been bombarded by a flurry of questions from reporters, all because Sarah had decided to take matters into her own hands."Sarah!" He bellowed, his voice booming down the hallway. "I need to talk to you, NOW!"Sarah, still reeling from the shock of seeing David in the crowd, felt her heart sink. She knew this wasn't going to be good, and she felt as though she knew the reason behind his anger.Sarah slowly made her way towards the President, her head bowed low. She couldn't bear to look him in the eye. She knew she had messed up, but she was too angry at him for tying her hands and not allowing her to defend herself."Sarah..." Seth started, his voice laced with rage. "What were you thinking? Going behind my back and calling David? Did you not think about the consequences of your actions? You put yourself in danger and now you've put me in a bad light with the people."Sarah finally lifted her head, a fire blazi

quarters.She had lost all respect for the man who called himself President, seeing only a selfish egotist who cared more for his reputation than the truth — or maybe he never believed she's the victim of David's rumors?The thought sent a shiver down her spine and mind whirled with questions, each one more disheartening than the last. Was it her own naivety that had allowed David to spin his web of lies, or was Seth so blinded by his ambition that he refused to see the truth?Whatever question that comes to her mind, it only lead to another question without being answered which is more frustrating itself.The more Sarah searched for answers, the more the truth eluded her. It was like trying to grasp smoke with her hands — the harder she tried, the more it slipped through her fingers. In the dark, silent night, the only company she had were her own thoughts, swirling like a tempest in her mind, offering no respite or resolution.And yet, despite the confusion and despair, there was a

afterward."You don't know how long and hard I thought before deciding on the conference — and you ended up ruining everything in the end." He continued, his voice was calm but not entertaining. "Now, you can't avoid this mess — we both can't!"It was Sarah's fault for not thinking before acting but she wasn't ready to admit the gut telling her she's guilty of what's happening to her. "There's no need to cry over a spilled milk, Seth." She told him, avoiding his gaze."You are right though, but maybe partially." He uttered in response. "...because why you the milk be spilled in the first place? It was something you can avoid, but you choose not to?"Sarah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but she refused to show weakness. "That's what I'm doing now. Thinking." She paused for a moment, her lips pressed in a thin line. "At least, there should be an aftermath solution, no?""I don't know what's going on in your mind right now, Sarah." He muttered, his voice sounding more like a warning,

The President's office was a very fancy and stylish place that exuded luxury. It was a place that was designed to impress anyone who stepped inside, showing how rich and powerful the president was.The thick, navy-blue carpet muffling the hurried footsteps of officials as they entered the meeting room. The table in the President's office was very fancy and big. It was made of polished mahogany wood, which made it look expensive and beautiful, sat at the heart of the room like a solemn judge, watching over the assembly with its stoic gaze.The President stood at the head of the table, The sharp creases of his suit betrayed the tension and anxiousness that vibrates through him. A cold bead of sweat slid down his temple, but his gaze remained steady as he addressed the group."Gentlemen, we have a pressing matter to discuss." The President began, his tone serious and clipped. "As you are all aware, there has been a series of cyber attacks on our nation's electrical grid. We must act swif