Ex-wife's Sweet Revenge

Kiara's pov I was covered in flour, focused on making Nicholas's favorite cake for his birthday, when he walked into the kitchen. I didn't hear him at first, too wrapped up in wanting everything to be perfect. It had been a while since we'd spent a real evening together. He was always going on business trips and barely even had the time for me, his wife. Even on his birthday, he promised me he wouldn't go to work, until I woke up without seeing him by my side. I fought back my tears and made up my mind to bake him a cake after I told my maid to leave the kitchen for me. I just wanted to impress my husband. “Nicholas, you're back early!” I called out, smiling, my hands busy whisking the icing. But he didn't smile back. He didn't even look at me like he usually did. He just stood there, his eyes fixed, as if he was somewhere else. That was when I noticed the folder in his hands. My heart started to beat fast as I dropped the whisker and moved closer to him. “Is everything o

Kiara's pov I took a shaky breath as I looked at the frail man before me. This was the father I had imagined a hundred different ways, but never like this. My heart was pounding, and my hands wouldn't stop trembling. This was my father, the man I had built up in my mind for years after my mom's tragic accident which led to her demise. “Kiara…” His voice was barely a whisper, as if even saying my name took the last of his strength. Collen exited the room, leaving us alone as I sat beside my dad. I forced myself to move closer, to reach for his hand. It felt fragile, cold, and I could see the effort in his eyes as he looked at me. There was so much I wanted to ask, so much anger and confusion swirling in me, but all of that felt irrelevant now. “Why… didn't you… come for me?” My voice cracked, barely holding back the resentment I had held in for years. A soft sigh escaped him. “I…tried, Kiara. I searched everywhere. But they…took you from me.” His voice broke, and it hurt to

THREE YEARS LATER Nicholas' povI stared at the dress hanging in my closet, the only reminder I had left of her. I had wanted to throw it out with her other things, but something stopped me. Now, whenever I looked at it, a mix of regret and anger filled my chest. I had thrown away something priceless, something I never deserved. I had everything I could ever want, fleets of cars, estates, wealth beyond measure. And yet, none of it filled the emptiness she left behind. How could I have been so cruel? How could I have divorced her for Sarah?Kiara was pure, like an angel. She was always there for me, despite how coldly I treated her. I didn't deserve her forgiveness, but I'd do anything to hold her again. “I miss you every day, Kiara,” I whispered, pulling her dress close, hoping to catch a faint trace of her scent. It was almost gone, but I could still imagine it calming me. Her hazel eyes used to meet mine with warmth and understanding. Her hair, always tied back, spilled down he