REVENGE OF EX-WIFE
18. Why Do I Help Him?

The POV Dena

I've been working for a month in my legacy company, every day looking fine, nothing to worry about. Rafa and I are supposed to work, keep our distance and think of each other like coworkers. However, there was something strange that I actually asked of my co-workers, his face looking pale and lethargic. His appearance did not affect his productivity. So I thought enough, that he only had problems at home and in his family environment.

One night, when we had an important meeting outside the city, he was driving a car, we just finished a meeting.

"Mrs, do we need a break today? I just booked a plane ticket, but six o'clock in the morning just left. Do we need to book a hotel?"

I was thinking, this is a little weird. There was a bit of bad thoughts when he finished saying it.

"But I don't think it's necessary" I hesitated.

"Why madam? Isn't that good, if we spend the night at the hotel, the mistress can rest in peace and can save energy for tomorrow? Or is madam afraid that I'll mess around? Relax madam, we are not a couple and I divorced you a few years ago, I regret for the bad behavior during our half year marriage so it is impossible to make that crazy mistake again..." words of regret by Rafa that sound quite regretful.

"That's a long time ago," I did not want to extend the old story that immediately made this blood rustle and anger dominate. I saw her sad face and was wiping away tears. This fleeting vision made me ask what had happened during these two years. Does he want to come back to me? Ah, naw. My goal is to return only for revenge. First make him comfortable with me then cruelly, this self will dump him like he ever did!

Do not forget also about the cruel mother-in-law and the colleagues behind her step. To be honest I haven't thought about what I should do to her over the incitement that kept me living a stressful life every day during the wedding!

"So what's the lady's decision?" tanyakanya.

I looked at the clock in my hand, at eleven fifty, a time too late to think. This self is very tired again. "Find the hotel for a break" I ordered.

"Mrs has a card to access all the rooms in hotels across the country. VVIP room and it's the mistress's."

***

Rafa parked the car in the hotel parking lot, it was pretty quiet and we both slowly got out of the car. He opened the door for me like a soldier to the princess of the palace.

But my eyes suddenly widened when I saw him holding his head and falling right in front of me.

Snapping, this hand held him back from falling. "Rafa, Rafa? Well, don't joke, I'm freaking out." I yelled to her name. I pat her cheek but don't see any reaction.

His body was quite heavy, my thin body with high heels was unable to support him any longer.

I had to put him in the car and run the car to the nearest hospital.

With the help of google maps, you get to the hospital. I called the officers and they immediately acted even though it was clear I was new to the city.

I was waiting for the results from the doctor when Rafa was being examined.

And a question out of nowhere popped up in my heart.

Why would I help her?