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Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Putting the blame on him
Nina's POV"Uncle Trump, before you go around the table, you should be careful," Mark said, his tone calm yet edged with warning. "There are broken ceramics everywhere."His words landed like a stone in a pond, causing ripples of unease to spread through the room. Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise, darting between the floor and Mr. Trump, who stood frozen for a moment, processing what had just been said. The weight of Mark’s observation hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.Mr. Maxwell’s reaction was instant. His sharp gaze shot in my direction, practically begging me to intervene and stop Mark from saying anything further. His lips pressed into a tight line, and the faint twitch of his jaw betrayed his growing frustration. But I wasn’t about to step in—not this time. If anything, I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms as I watched the drama unfold. Let them squirm. They deserved every second of it.Mr. Trump’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, then shifted to the floor. H
Last Updated : 2024-11-27Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets You're authentic
Nina’s POV**The room buzzed with tension as Mr. Trump stood at the head of the table, his imposing figure radiating authority. His piercing gaze swept over everyone, his face set in a stern expression that could silence even the boldest among us."Now listen to me, Mr. Maxwell," he began, his voice a mixture of calm confidence and razor-sharp criticism. "Whether Jasper is the shareholder, the head of the family, or whatever self-important title he’s assigned himself, that’s his business. I don’t care. I don’t care if Mark is the shareholder either. What I care about is the fact that Jasper," he paused, his eyes locking onto Jasper like a hawk zeroing in on its prey, "doesn’t know anything about antiques. Not a single thing. Nothing upstairs."Jasper’s face turned crimson, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. He looked at Mr. Maxwell for support, but Maxwell, for once, was too stunned to respond immediately."Are you trying to discriminate against him?" Maxwell f
Last Updated : 2024-11-27Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Pay for our meals Miss Nina!
Nina's POV I was so happy when I heard Mr. Trump take my side. It had been an honor, truly, and a moment I’d been yearning for. His words had lifted my spirits in a way I couldn't explain. You see, my life hadn't been easy. There had always been people trying to tear me down or doubt my worth, but this moment, it felt like all of that had been swept away. It was validation. As I sat there beside my husband, Mark, who had always been my rock, I felt a sense of vindication like no other.Mark had been through a lot, too. He stood by me, even when things were tough, and I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and pride for him. He didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. And yet, I often found myself in situations where people tried to make me feel like I didn’t belong. But now, with Mr. Trump’s support, I felt invincible."I’m so glad you’re with me," I said quietly to Mark, squeezing his hand under the table. His eyes softened, and he gave me a reassuring smile, one that sp
Last Updated : 2024-11-27Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Taking the criminal
Nina's POV As soon as I made my statement about the VIP card, the entire room fell into stunned silence. Everyone, from the waitress standing beside me to the other patrons, was caught off guard by what I’d said. Their faces showed a mix of confusion, curiosity, and skepticism, but I stood tall, refusing to break my composure. The waitress, holding a small device that looked like a POS machine for payment verification, seemed completely unprepared for my response. I could see the doubt in her eyes as she processed what I’d just said.“I am so sorry, Ma’am,” she stammered, her eyes flickering back and forth between my face and the card in my hand. “But I’ve never heard of a VIP card being inside a regular debit card. This is... This is really funny, and I’m not going to buy that idea.”Her words were meant to dismiss me, but I didn’t let them shake me. I could feel my chest tighten with the simmering heat of indignation, but I refused to show it. I had been underestimated before, but
Last Updated : 2024-11-28Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Preparing for the banquet
Nina's POVI could hardly believe my eyes as the scene unfolded before me. Jasper, the man who had caused me so much pain and confusion, was being dragged out of the house by the police. The very sight of him—his frantic, wild-eyed look, his desperate thrashing against the officers—was surreal. I hadn’t expected to witness this moment today, or ever, but now that it was happening, I felt an odd sense of vindication. He had done so many horrible things, and now, finally, he was paying the price. But the surprise didn’t stop there. Just as they were about to drag him out the door, Jasper’s voice cut through the tension like a knife."I want to talk! I want to talk to them! I want to talk to my grandma! You can’t take me like this!" His voice, full of desperation, echoed through the hall. He stopped halfway, pulling against the officer's hold as if he could will himself free.I stood frozen, caught between disbelief and the smallest, darkest sense of satisfaction. I hadn’t expected him
Last Updated : 2024-11-28Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets The D-Day has come!
**The Day of the Banquet***(Nina's POV)*The days flew by so fast I barely noticed the banquet looming closer. And now, here I was, seated in front of a large gilded mirror in my room, letting a team of skilled makeup artists work their magic on me. My reflection was a work in progress: my skin already glowing from the serums and lotions I’d carefully applied moments before. The artists flitted around me like butterflies, adding color and life to my face, brushing through my hair, and perfecting every detail.The excitement in the air was almost tangible, but beneath the surface, a current of nerves churned in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was from anticipation or dread. The banquet wasn’t just a celebration—it was an exhibition, a grand spectacle where the powerful flaunted their wealth and connections. And I was the host.I barely noticed the door creak open until Louisa, one of our maids, stepped in with a nervous smile and my laptop carefully balanced in her hands. "Ma'am, here
Last Updated : 2024-11-28Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Dragging her
**Nina's POV**I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My auburn curls cascaded down my shoulders, framing my face. I was dressed in a fitted emerald gown that hugged every curve, the color enhancing the fiery determination in my hazel eyes. Today wasn’t just another day. Today, I would reclaim my identity, my pride, and my dignity. I adjusted the diamond necklace on my neck—the very one my late father gave me. His words echoed in my mind: *"Nina, never let anyone dim your light."*The clock chimed softly in the background as the housekeeper, Louise, poked her head into the room. “Miss McDonald, it’s time. The guests are waiting.”“Let them wait,” I murmured, my voice calm yet laced with steel. But then something caught my attention—a notification on my laptop. I turned and saw Xander, my assistant, gesturing for me to answer a video call.“Miss Nina, Mr. Leonard Diego has arrived,” Thunder, my security lead, announced.I froze for a second, then let out a soft breat
Last Updated : 2024-11-29Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Will you marry me Mark?
Nina's POVI had never imagined a moment like this. It felt like something out of a surreal movie—a dream I couldn’t wake up from. There I was, standing in the middle of an extravagant banquet, the center of attention, and yet, all I felt was the weight of the decisions pressing down on me. Four men—four powerful, influential men—kneeling in front of me, each offering their heart, their loyalty, and their future. And I, caught in the chaos of it all, didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream. But what was truly baffling was that none of them truly understood who I was—not the person I had worked so hard to become.I could see their faces as I looked down at them. Matthew’s intense gaze, as if he was certain that my answer would be yes. Leonard’s hopeful, almost desperate eyes, pleading with me as if he truly believed we had some unfinished story. And then there was Jordan, my ex-husband, the man who had once promised me everything but ended up shattering my world.I could feel my h
Last Updated : 2024-11-29
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Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets The acting scene
**Miranda’s POV** The moment I stepped into the room, I knew she was there. Brenda’s scent lingered, faint yet distinct, like a trail she couldn’t help but leave behind. Desmond was already on the bed, feigning sleep, but I could see right through him. His breathing wasn’t steady; his body language was far from relaxed. I’ve known Desmond for years, long enough to tell when he’s lying. And right now, he wasn’t just lying—he was panicking. I played my part, though. I smiled at him softly, pretending to buy his half-hearted excuse. “Tired, are we?” I asked, walking across the room, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. He muttered something incoherent and shifted slightly, his back turned to me. I made no effort to press him further. Instead, my eyes flickered toward the closet. I didn’t need to open it to confirm what I already knew—Brenda was inside. Her perfume was unmistakable, a suffocating sweetness that always made my stomach churn. How pre
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Almost got caught
Desmond’s POV The air inside my office was heavy with tension as I returned from dinner with Laila. Her sweet smile lingered in my mind, but not for the reasons she might have hoped. It wasn’t love or admiration that drove my interest in her—it was the plan. The perfect, calculated plan to take over her father’s company, just like I had taken Miranda’s. Miranda, my late wife, who had trusted me blindly. She never saw it coming. I leaned back in my chair, running my hand through my hair, as the memories of how I had betrayed Miranda flooded back. I had manipulated her into loving me, all the while scheming to take her company. And when she became an obstacle, I removed her. It was a necessary evil. Now, with Laila back in London and running her late father’s empire, I saw my next golden opportunity. But she was no fool. Laila was sharper, more resilient, and deeply protective of her father's legacy. Winning her trust—and her hand—would require more finesse. I couldn’t afford to ru
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Rejecting his offer
Miranda’s POVThe air in the restaurant was heavy, suffocating almost, as I tried to keep my composure. Across from me, Desmond sat with a grin that stretched too wide, his eyes brimming with an almost childlike excitement. It was nauseating. He leaned closer, his voice cutting through the low hum of the other diners."Miss Layla," he began, his tone overly sweet, "please tell me—you are considering canceling your engagement with Nolan, right? I mean, that would be the best decision you’ve ever made. I’m ready for you. I’ve always been ready."The audacity of his words made me laugh, a short, bitter sound that escaped before I could stop it. If only he knew the truth. If only he understood the depth of his betrayal and the ruin he brought to my life before this second chance. If not for fate intervening, I would’ve been dead by now, buried six feet under while he danced on my grave.Still, I kept my expression neutral, letting my fingers trace the rim of the coffee cup before me. His
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Be with me.
Miranda’s POVDesmond blocked my path as I exited the restaurant, his expression plastered with a self-satisfied smirk that did nothing but annoy me. His desperation to hold my attention was written all over his face, and for someone who claimed to have everything under control, he was anything but subtle.“Miss Laila,” he started, his tone a mix of pleading and practiced charm. “I was hoping we could talk.”I didn’t even slow down. “About what, Desmond?” I shot back, barely glancing at him. My voice was calm, but the annoyance was evident in my tone. “Your lies? Your desperate attempts at flattery? Or the chaos you bring wherever you go?”He flinched slightly but quickly masked it with another charming smile. “No, nothing like that,” he said, walking alongside me as I headed into the shopping mall next door. “I just wanted to make things clear between us. I feel like you misunderstand me.”I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Misunderstand you? I don’t think I do. You’re transparent,
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Just friends
**Miranda’s POV** As Desmond blocked my path to the restaurant door, his face wore an expression that was both pleading and frustratingly insincere. I had no interest in entertaining his antics any longer. His lies, his deceit—they were suffocating, and I wasn’t about to let him drag me further into his web of manipulation. He raised a hand slightly, almost as if to stop me physically, but thought better of it. “Miss Laila, please,” he began, his tone low and falsely apologetic. “Let me explain. This is all just a misunderstanding.” I folded my arms across my chest, my lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “A misunderstanding? You hitting Brenda was a misunderstanding? Or was it when you suddenly professed love at first sight after meeting me for all of ten minutes?” He blinked, as though stunned by my words. “It’s not like that,” he insisted. “She’s been obsessive. She’s made things unbearable for me, and I had to—” I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Lies!
Miranda’s POVDesmond. His name alone was enough to make my skin crawl. A green snake in green grass—a perfect idiom for the kind of man he was. I had known him far too long, loved him far too deeply, and been betrayed by him in ways I could never forget. We had been married for three years, and in those years, I had learned one undeniable truth: Desmond was a master of deception.As Clara and I arrived at the restaurant for lunch, she quickly excused herself to find us a table, leaving me to my thoughts. My gaze naturally scanned the parking lot, and there he was. Desmond. And with him was someone I had hoped never to see again—Brenda.My lips curled into a bitter smile as I watched her wrap her arms around him from behind. The smug grin on her face screamed familiarity, intimacy, and arrogance. Desmond, ever the performer, immediately began pushing her away as soon as he noticed me. His face morphed into one of exaggerated annoyance, but I could see righ
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets pretentious
Miranda's POVNolan and Desmond—two men entangled in a dangerous web they believed I couldn’t untangle. Little did they know, I had no intention of being anyone’s pawn. They thought I was weak, someone who could be manipulated, but this time, I held all the cards. I wasn’t seeking love, not from them or anyone. My reincarnation wasn’t a gift for a second chance at romance—it was for revenge.Sitting in my office, Nolan’s words still echoed in my mind. His warning was genuine, his concern palpable. “Desmond is dangerous,” he’d said. I didn’t need his caution. Desmond was my ex-husband, the man who had betrayed and murdered me in my past life. I knew his motives better than anyone.Nolan, on the other hand, intrigued me. There was a sincerity in his voice that made it difficult to brush him off completely. Unlike Desmond, his intentions didn’t seem malicious—at least not yet. But sincerity wasn’t enough to earn my trust. Both men had their sights set on my f
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets He's dangerous!
Miranda's POV They were all just barking like dogs, their voices blending into a cacophony of anger and frustration. I stood there, unfazed, watching the chaos unfold. My stepmother and stepsister were putting on a show for everyone in the restaurant, their faces contorted with rage. To me, it was amusing. No matter how loudly they yelled, it didn’t matter. I was prepared for them—more than they realized.But since this was a public place, I knew I couldn't fully indulge in what I wanted to say or do. Still, a part of me itched to stay. I wanted to see just how far they’d go. As I turned to leave, Desmond called out, his voice laced with a desperate apology.“Lila, wait,” he said, stepping toward me.I paused and looked back at him. His expression was conflicted, a mixture of guilt and determination etched across his face. I raised a brow, waiting for him to speak. Before he could, my stepmother rushed toward us, her face red with fury.
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Dinner with the enemy
Miranda's POV The next morning, I stretched languidly on my puffy bed, savoring the brief calm. The sunlight filtering through the curtains felt unusually gentle, a rare moment of peace I rarely allowed myself to indulge in. That was until my phone buzzed insistently, dragging me out of my reverie. Groaning, I reached for it, curiosity outweighing my reluctance to face the day."Hello, who is this?" I asked, my voice groggy but sharp enough to convey my irritation."Good morning, Ms. Lila," came the smooth, familiar voice.I froze for a second before recognition hit me like a lightning bolt. Desmond. My ex-husband. My lips tightened as I sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around me. How in the hell did he get my number?"It's me, Desmond," he continued. "I wanted to thank you again for what you did yesterday. I owe you one."Feigning calm, I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, forcing my voice to remain neutral. "How did yo
