Chapter 2 TWO

"Good! I'm waiting for your divorce papers; I can't wait to get rid of a disgusting man like you. Just take care of everything," Mora replied, immediately taking a wide step and leaving Carlos's room with unbearable heartache.

Mora only glanced at Carlos's secretary, who tried to approach her, but she quickly got into the elevator. She didn't want to deal with all the hypocritical people who worked with Carlos if they helped hide her husband's affair.

Mora beat her heart, trying to relieve the pain that kept her tears flowing non-stop. After seeing what happened between Carlos and Laura, she just held on to the elevator metal. Mora kept remembering their sacred promise on the altar; Carlos cried then and said he would always accompany Mora under any circumstances. But today, she heard Carlos directly say that the reason he cheated on her was because Mora couldn't give him children. Isn't that unfair to her?

Mora sighed. No, she would not easily forgive everything that happened. Mora did not deserve any of this. "Carlos Holland. One day, you will pay for all this heartache," muttered Mora, who decided to hate Carlos in her life. He vowed to take revenge for the betrayal Carlos and Laura had committed against him.

Mora accepted the divorce that Carlos gave her. But she would never forget to avenge her husband's betrayal.

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"You two are officially declared divorced."

The sound of the gavel tapping echoed through the divorce courtroom. Finally, they officially divorced after scratching the ink on the divorce papers Carlos gave her yesterday. There was no doubt in Mora's mind; her eyes blurred with tears. Mora didn't want to cry anymore for Carlos Holland; she had wasted enough time crying for her ex-husband last night. Now, she will no longer allow forgiveness; Mora was sick of seeing Carlos's face beside her.

It turns out this is the end of their marriage journey, which cannot be said to be short. The fact that the man Mora considers sincere can also be an ex husband; the promise to never separate becomes the nonsense that Carlos Holland once told her. The proof is that they divorced after Mora witnessed with her own eyes that the man she loved and trusted wholly cheated on her and even fall in love openly and said that Carlos loved that woman.

It felt like Mora wanted to kill herself, but she wouldn't let Carlos and that woman have fun for all the pain Mora received. Revenge will be given as the best gift from her; Mora exhaled a long breath when her eyes accidentally met Carlos's eyes.

Carlos's face looked sad. But Mora hated Carlos; her lips clenched tightly. What Carlos had done all this time behind her made Mora feel disgusted; maybe their house was also one of the places where Carlos made love. Mora did not accuse; unfortunately, her instincts were so strong after finding some of her sleeping clothes missing from the closet; another woman's perfume was also smelled in several corners of the room she shared with Carlos.

"Mora-,"

Mora's body was restrained as she descended the stairs. Carlos's voice called her name; in the past, Mora would happily answer with a smile and a warm hug. Now, there was no more! She just walked away, ignoring Carlos's call to her.

Unfortunately, Mora had to look at Laura's face in Carlos's car. She smiled at him as if to say she had won the chance to take Carlos out of her life.

When Mora was about to get into her car, her hand stopped at the sight of Carlos's mother, who had just gotten out of the car and had walked over to her. The woman who had been an excellent mother-in-law to Mora all this time. But it was a pity that Mora already hated her for covering up Carlos's affair from her.

"Mora is my daughter." Sandra approached Mora.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Martila is no longer your daughter-in-law. I apologize again for not saying goodbye to you properly," she said calmly.

Mora turned her body around and quickly got into her car. She gripped the steering wheel tightly and began to drive away from the parking lot without looking back at Carlos, her ex-husband.

***

"Valdés, Valdés, Valdés! There's good news you should hear from me," Duke said, pouring whiskey into his and Valdés' glasses.

"About the woman again? The woman you're dating," broke in Valdés, taking his glass and a quick sip of whiskey.

"No. This is different. Do you know who I'm dealing with for divorce today? Carlos Holland! He's officially divorced from his beautiful wife."

"Then what does that have to do with me."

"I thought you'd never forget what Carlos Holland did to you last year. He accused you of something untrue, and you lost money." Duke tried to remember the case in court where Valdés, his best friend, was accused of idea theft by Carlos Holland. Carlos wanted to destroy Valdés, a powerful business competitor.

"I'll never forget that incident, Duke." Valdés' baritone voice answered again.

"Why don't you use the opportunity to destroy Carlos using his ex-wife? Valdés, that woman must also have a grudge against Carlos for having an affair with his former lover."

"I'm not destroying my opponent in such a cheap way. I have to go." Valdés stood up from his sitting position; he left the bar table with Duke, who only gave a slight nod.

"Morana Hartley. I'll make sure that woman comes looking for me herself," Valdés muttered while in his car.

The night was short for Valdés, who was getting ready to return to work with a stack of files on the table.

There was a knock on the door, and Gabriel, Valdés' secretary, approached him. "Mora Hartley would like to see you."

"Mora Hartley?" Valdés repeated the name Gabriel had mentioned.

"That's right. Sir! Carlos Holland's ex-wife."

The 32-year-old Valdés stepped back. Removing his glasses and smoothing down the slick suit that clad his athletic body, his eyes stared intently at Gabriel with one eyebrow raised. "What did she come to see me for so early?"

"I don't know, sir. Miss Mora only conveyed the message of wanting to see you." Valdés furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin, thinking hard about Mora Hartley's purpose.

Valdés sat up straight again; he moistened his lips with his tongue. "Let Mora in," Valdés ordered Gabriel, who nodded.

Then the door opened again. The face of a petite woman with a long, slightly wavy mane entered; the suit was so formal, complete with a branded bag that she clutched tightly. It seemed that Mora was controlling her nervousness, which was caught in Valdés' eyes.