In the early days of his company, I was the one pulling late-night strings, making connections and landing deals. I even lost a child while we both worked tirelessly to get the business off the ground. At the time, he held me as tears streamed down his face, saying, "Isabela, I’m sorry. I’ll work hard so you can enjoy life and have everything you deserve, making you the person everyone is envious of the most. We’ll have another child and you’ll be the happiest, most wonderful mother. I’ll be the best father."

Then, he worked even harder. He often went home after dark, tired to the bone.

Seeing him like that, I felt sorry for him and then decided to retreat into the background by managing the household and taking care of everything in his life for him.

I always had hangover soup ready, making sure he had the perfect clothes and preparing the best gifts for his business dinners. I did everything for our family. My world revolved around Hernandez.

He used to proudly tell others that I was his perfect wife. Now, everything I had done had become the very reasons he despised me. He called me an outdated, worthless woman.

Without sparing me another glance, he left with Olivia.

"I've worked hard all day. I’m too exhausted to waste my time arguing with you when I get home. Think about what you really want."

The divorce papers lay abandoned on the floor and I was left alone in the empty villa. I crumpled to the ground, unable to stop the silent tears from pouring down my face.

I could never become the happiest mother and Donald would never be the good father he once promised to be.

Olivia posted an update on her Instagram Feed, "Finally, I'm able to see Mr. Hernandez's sleeping face out in the open."

It was complemented with a photo of Donald sleeping while lying on the bed. His messy hair and high nose bridge were catching the light.

I immediately liked the post and left a comment, "There is no need to rush showing off. Wait until our divorce, then you can flaunt him all you want.”

Less than a minute later, the post vanished.

Olivia sent me a private message. However, in her apology, there was a thinly veiled smugness, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"Don't you know that women need to be a bit more gracious? If you can’t win back a man’s heart, at least don’t make him hate you.”