5: Regrets

THREE YEARS LATER

Nicholas' pov

I 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