Ex-husband, My Revenge is Here!

Recently, my mother asked me to get my brother a job as a manager in Michael's company. I didn't want to keep bothering Michael like this, so I've been delaying and hoping that my mother would change her mind over time.

This was also what made me most helpless about my family.

Since Michael got better, my parents always found excuses to borrow money from Michael, but they never paid it back.

Michael was indeed generous to me and my family when it came to money.

So, the matter of borrowing money became something that both of them were willing to do but I was unhappy about. Neither of them listened to my advice but thought I was wrong.

The more I owed Michael, the harder it was for me to ask for a divorce.

It seemed as if all the grievances I had suffered were being compensated in a way that I didn't want.

Once grievances were priced, my emotions became worthless.

I didn't like this feeling.

At that moment, my mom smiled and said, "You don't need to worry anymore. Your younger brother's job problem has been solved."

I felt that something was wrong, but I self-comfort and thought that maybe my mother finally realized that sacrificing me to gain benefits was wrong. Anyway, things were developing as I wished, so I didn't ask anymore.

Until one day, my good friend Nola Patel sent me a WhatsApp message.

"I saw Michael. Do you know where he is now and who he is with?"

I didn't care and calmly replied, "What's so strange about being with a woman? Is there any day when he doesn't spend a lot of money on a woman?"

"No, no, you fool! You were kept in the dark about everything." Nola was anxious.

She then sent me a photo.

In the photo, the man affectionately hugged the woman's waist and lowered his head with a smile

While the woman tilted her head slightly, she looked happy. Her mouth pouted, with delicate pink lips as if she was acting coquettishly.

I was shocked,

but not by their affection.

I had seen various intimate photos of Michael and other women and each one was more intimate than this one.

Once, the mistress of Michael wanted to irritate me, so she sent me pictures of them having sex.

I had seen pictures of him with women in bathrobes, in bed, kissing.

I had experienced a lot.

But none of them hurt me more than this one.

Because I knew the person in the photo, she was my close sister since childhood.

Ashly, who just turned 24!

I was so angry that my fingers trembled as I quickly typed, "Send me the address."

When I arrived, Ashly was intimately leaning in Michael's arms, poking at his chest, smiling happily.

I pulled Ashly out and slapped Michael.

Michael was originally angry when he was slapped, but when he saw me, there was a hint of guilt on his face.

So, he would feel guilty.

But what was the meaning of his worthless guilt?

What was the meaning after all?

I didn't want to cry, since it would make me look weak. But my tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Michael, I have no illusions about you anymore. I have accepted my love and my life is all a mess, I misjudged the person and married the wrong person, it's all my retribution.

But you cheated on me with my sister! Do you think that because you are rich, our family will work like slaves for you, with the women becoming prostitutes and the men becoming servants to serve you?"