Ex-wife's Sweet Revenge

Kiara's POV

Lately, I have been suspecting my husband.

Whenever I confronted him about my suspicions, he'd kiss me on the lips and tell me not to worry-it's just business deals.

He'll never lie to me, right? He loves me. And I love him too.

I have been married to Nicholas Chavez, a top billionaire in Florida, for three years now. We don't have kids yet, but I've been seeing signs of pregnancy. He's not bothered about having kids, but his mother is. So, I plan on going to see the doctor tomorrow. It's his birthday and I want to spend time with him as he promised.

I was covered in flour, focused on making his 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 is always going on business trips and barely even has time for me, his wife. Today, which was his birthday, he promised me he wouldn't go to work, yet I woke up alone without seeing him by my side.

Deep down, I knew something was wrong. The signs had been there for months-the late-night phone calls he wouldn't answer in front of me, the text messages he always hid, the distance in his touch. But I told myself it was just business, just as he assured me.

I fought back my tears and made up my mind to bake a cake. I wanted to remind him of us, of how we started our love. I told my maid, Agnes, to leave the kitchen island for me because this was something I needed to do myself.

I just wanted to impress him. I smiled to myself as I soon heard his footsteps approaching. The smell of his cologne filled my nostrils as I breathed in. He was looking just as handsome as the first day I saw him.

"Hey, baby. Happy birthday!" I called out, grinning as I whisked the icing. But he didn't smile back. He didn't even look at me like he used to. His eyes...they were cold.

My heart sank, but I ignored the feeling. Maybe he's just tired. I thought, trying to reassure myself. That was when I noticed the folder in his hands.

Why was he holding a folder? Did something happen at the company?

My chest tightened as he placed the folder on the counter.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, forcing a smile.

He clicked his tongue, avoiding my gaze. "Kiara, I need you to sign this. " His voice was like ice, each word cutting through me.

I was trying so hard to think positively. It's probably just a business deal his wife needs to sign. Yes, I remember I signed one last year!

But...he didn't even look happy. My heart was beating very fast as I rinsed my hands and dabbed it on my apron.

I stared at the folder, my hands trembling as I opened it. The words on the first page hit me like a slap: Divorce Agreement.

"No," I whispered, my heart breaking into pieces. My stomach churned so hard I could hear it. "This can't be real."

Nicholas finally proved me right. I saw this coming, I did. But I never thought it could happen this way, or now, or forever.

I swallowed saliva and looked up at him, desperate for an explanation. "Nicholas Johnson Chavez, is this some kind of joke?"

His face stayed emotionless. His eyes were darkened like I was some piece of shit standing in front of him. "I'm serious, Kiara. Sign it."

I couldn't breathe. My hands shook as I clutched the papers. This wasn't happening. We were supposed to be happy. I had ignored all the signs because I loved him too much to believe he could ever hurt me like this. He couldn't even look at me...oh God.

"We're happy... aren't we? Three years of being with you, I've always done right by you, Nicholas." My voice cracked, the words feeling heavy in my throat.

"Things change," he said coldly.

My legs felt weak, tears slowly streaming down my cheeks. "Things change?" I repeated in my head, disbelief crashing over me. How could he say that after everything we've been through?

"Sarah's back."

His words felt like a punch to my chest. I froze, staring at him, my mind racing. So, it was Sarah all along. The trace of lipstick I found on his shirt that day was Sarah's. The woman he said was his past. His college ex-girlfriend.

I muttered something under my breath as I bit my lip so hard it was bleeding.

"She...has my son," he said softly like that would make it easier for me to hear...

A son? My whole body went numb. I thought I knew Nicholas. I thought I was his everything. But all this time, there was a part of him I didn't know, and now it was here to take him away from me.

"Hold on." I wiped my cheek, sniffing to regain my composure. "Remember, my birthday last month, you suddenly left dinner when you had a phone call. And you never came back until three days later. Was it her?"

He nodded his head, staring blankly into my eyes. "Yes, Kiara. Look I'm sorry..."

I cried out, holding my chest as tears spilled down my face. "You're sorry? For leaving me?" I whispered, almost scoffing. "Throwing everything we have because she came back?"

"It's the right thing to do, I can't let her go to another man with my child." He said it as if it was just something simple.

The right thing? For whom? Not for me. Not for the woman who loved him enough to overlook all the red flags. The woman who gave up her dreams just to be by his side.

"Nicholas, please..." I begged at the thought of losing him, my voice trembling. "We can fix this. We can-"

"There's nothing to fix, Kiara!" He yelled, his eyes burning like inferno crystals. "Sign the damn papers and stop making this harder than it needs to be."

I flinched at his tone, my heart breaking even more. When I didn't move, he stepped closer and grabbed my wrist. "You're are my wife, and I have the right to do whatever I want with you."

His grip was firm, and before I could react, his lips crashed against mine, passionate and demanding.

"Stop, Nicholas!" I cried, trying to push him away. "Let me go!"

But he didn't stop. He removed my apron and his hands moved to unbutton my shirt, and I felt a surge of anger and despair.

"Enough!" I yelled, kicking him hard in the groin. He stumbled back with a groan, his eyes burning with fury.

"Madam!" Agnes' voice broke through the tension as she rushed into the kitchen. Her eyes darted between us, taking in the scene...

Nicholas straightened, his face darkening with embarrassment.

"Please don't hurt her sir," Agnes said softly, placing herself between us. Her voice trembled, but her resolve didn't waver.

Tears streamed down my face as I grabbed the pen, my hands shaking. Every stroke on that paper felt like it was tearing through my soul.

"There, it is done," I said, pushing the papers back to him. My voice was hollow, lifeless.

"I don't want to meet you here by the time I'm back." He commanded, grabbing the folder without a word. His jaw tightened as he stormed out of the kitchen.

I'll never forget that last look on his face.

Agnes turned to me, tears in her own eyes. I broke down, sobbing in her arms. It felt like my heart was ripping out of my chest.

"It's over, Agnes, it's really over." I cried more, holding her tightly.

"I'm sorry, Madam." She broke into tears. I coughed, choking on my saliva as I wanted to speak again.

"I don't know what to do anymore... I- I love him." I cried out, feeling a pang of nausea.

"I know, I know you do. You have to be strong, Miss Kiara. This isn't the end." Agnes said in a shaky voice.

My stomach grumbled as I slowly sat on the floor and I threw up, feeling dizzy and weak.

"Oh my, I need to clean you up. Are you pregnant?" She knelt, examining my eyes.

A few minutes later, I had managed to eat a bowl of porridge Agnes prepared after cleaning up. Agnes was the only person I always talked to and confided in. Even though she was old enough to be my mother, we were best friends. She taught me a lot of things, she was there for me when Nicholas wasn't.

Nicholas just made me his housewife and wouldn't let me work. Agnes sighed, her warm hand touching my forehead. "Do you feel better now?"

"I'm fine, Agnes. Thank you for everything you've done for me." I said, tears breaking through my eyes as I gave her a final hug.

Later, I packed my things and left Nicholas's house with nothing less than fifty dollars in my account. I had nothing. No friends, no money.

All because I loved him, I lived like a caged bird in his mansion, having everything I wanted, but never free.

As I was about to cross the road, with a lot of thoughts flooding my mind, a car suddenly hit me, and the last thing I heard was yelling.

Everything went black.

Kiara's pov

My eyes flashed open to the blurred sight of a middle-aged man leaning close to me. Panic shot through me as I tried to remember where I was, or even who he was. My fingers tightened around the sheets as my head throbbed.

"Doctor, she's awake!" He called, his voice echoing around the room.

My head throbbed and I slowly recalled what happened. Divorce. Nicholas. A car.

"Where am I?" I managed to speak as I looked at the man who sat beside me. He looked rich.

"You're in safe hands now, Miss Kiara Abernathy." The man spoke, a small smile leaving his lips.

How did he know my name?

What in the world was going on? How did I end up in a hospital?

He only nodded toward the doctor, who stepped forward to examine me briefly. "She's stable, but she needs rest," she said, giving him a meaningful look before leaving us alone.

"Thank you doctor,"

"I'm sorry it took us so long to find you, ma'am. Your father is sick, and he wants to see you." He said, his back slumping.

I had a father? And he was sick? I let out a strained laugh, the sound bitter in my throat.

"My father?" I furrowed my brows as I tried to sit up, groaning in pain. "Sorry, sorry." He helped me up, pity surging in his eyes.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus as I began to make sense of his words.

It felt impossible, like a cruel joke. For years I had believed I had no one.

Now, a stranger was telling me that my father had been searching for me all along?

"Where was he before?" The question slipped out, sharper than I intended, cutting through the silence.

The man looked down, hesitating. "He's been looking for you for thirteen years ma'am. He never stopped, life... just didn't make things easy."

"Oh, so you're saying life stopped him from finding me? Where was he when I needed him? Where was he when I was bullied at school for being an orphan? Where was he when my husband divorced me and I had nowhere to go?" I said, tears threatening to leave my eyes.

I had really been through a lot, alone. What if I had even died through this accident?

"He abandoned me, didn't he?" I asked again after leaving him speechless.

"Miss Kiara, your father didn't abandon you. He looked for you everywhere. And I've spent years searching for you."

"What does he want from me?" I wiped a tear off my cheek and folded my arms.

"He wants to see you, ma'am. He couldn't come himself. He's... running out of time." The man's tone softened.

It all felt like it was a dream. I couldn't trust the stranger that fast.

"I don't trust you. Please, leave." I said without meeting his gaze, then he brought out a card from his pocket, stretching his hand.

"What's this?" I frowned, looking at it.

"It's your father's card, Miss Kiara. Have a look." He nodded his head firmly.

I collected the card and glanced at it, it read: Mr. Vincent Abernathy. CEO of Arcade Global Enterprise.

Time seemed to stop at this moment as I widened my eyes.

A lump formed in my throat as I noticed the picture on it, there was my father. His smile was so vibrant and charming.

It felt surreal. The father I never knew was a billionaire. He was real, and powerful.

I looked up, the man watching me expectantly. "Is... is he really my father?"

"Yes, Miss Kiara," he said with a small nod. "My name is Collen, and I've worked for your father for twenty years."

"Take me to him, right now. I want to see him." A weak smile curled my lips as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

"But ma'am... the doctor told me something when you were asleep."

"What's that?" My smile faded as my heart beat faster.

"You're two weeks pregnant."

"What?" I gasped, my heart pounding.

Pregnant?

I barely processed it. Two weeks pregnant, carrying the child of the man who had torn my life apart. My fists clenched and I bit my lip, barely thinking past the rage boiling inside me.

Nicholas had left me for his first love without knowing that I was carrying his child. How would I raise my kid without a father?

Okay. Not now. I'd deal with Nicholas and this baby later.

"I need to see my father." I told Collen in a sharp tone.

"But ma'am, you're not strong enough right now, considering your condition too." He said softly, glancing at my stomach.

I frowned, removing the drip from my hand and emerged from the bed, my legs trembling. I realized I wasn't that strong, but I had to be.

"Now." I commanded, and without further arguments, Collen walked me through the hospital halls.

Soon, we were in a black car speeding down the road. "We'd get to the airport in a few minutes, ma'am. Thankfully, you have your passport here."

Collen affirmed as he glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, okay..." I mumbled, looking out the window.

How could Nicholas treat me like trash after spending three years with him? How could he leave me for Sarah?

I thought they had nothing to do with each other anymore. How did she end up carrying his child?

He had probably been seeing her behind my back, and I was the stupid housewife doing everything to please him.

I remembered the wicked look on his eyes when he grabbed my jaw. A drop of tear left my eyes, and soon, I dozed off.

After the flight and driving through the city, we finally pulled up to a massive estate, the gates swinging open as we drove up a long driveway lined with towering trees.

The mansion was just too beautiful, looking completely out of reach for someone like me.

Collen led me up to the front doors, pushing them open to reveal a room. And there, on the sick bed, laid an old man who happened to be my father.

"Kiara..."

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 hear him like this.

"They? Who? Who took me away from you?" I asked, sobbing.

"I'll explain to you, my beautiful daughter. Ever since your mum's accident, I struggled to keep you by my side. I was struggling to fend for us, and you were just a little girl who always asked about her mummy." He slowly said, coughing faintly.

"Sorry, dad." I said, almost choking on my sobs.

"I prayed to God that you would get to call me that before I die," He let out a weak smile, staring into my teary eyes.

"Those men came to take you away because I couldn't pay rent. I begged them, but they didn't listen and beat me almost to death instead. And that was when I swore to build this empire and get the wealth and connection I need, to find you, my dear."

"I'm sorry you went through all that, dad." Tears streamed down my face as I placed my head on his chest, hugging him tightly.

"I'm so sorry for everything you've been through, dear daughter." He whispered.

This reunion was something I never thought could happen. Hugging him melted my anger away, and I couldn't bear to watch him die. However, a question popped in my mind.

"Dad, did you marry someone else?" I raised my head, and his face sunk in.

"I'm so sorry, my dear. I had to remarry to establish my empire. And those worthless children!" He coughed again. "Your step-siblings, James and Mandy. They're so bent on taking over the company and I'm afraid everything I've built over the years would crumble."

"James and Mandy?" I scoffed, wiping away my tears.

My father's breathing grew weaker, each breath shallow and strained. He squeezed my hand, his eyes desperate. "Kiara...you can't let them win. They're planning to take everything. Tomorrow. You have to be there. You're...the rightful heir. I love you, d-daughter."

"I promise, dad." I whispered, swallowing back the lump in my throat. But before he could say another word, his hand went limp, his eyes closing as his head titled back.

"Dad? No! Dad! Wake up!" I shook him gently, tears flowing uncontrollably. There no answer, only silence.

My dad was dead.

A door opened softly behind me, and I turned to see a young man standing there, tall and handsome.

"I'm...Damon," He said, stepping forward with a deep sadness in his gaze. "I'm so sorry. Your father was a great man." His voice was so calm and comforting.

I nodded, barely able to form words. "Thank you...Damon."

Damon happened to be my dad's s best friend's son, and he had been working with my over the years until he fully became the successor of his dad's company.

After the mourning of my dad with Damon and Collen, I decided to do what my late dad would be proud of, which was taking over the company.

"Damon, can you tell me what's happening with the company?" I asked after a moment, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Yes. Your step-siblings have been scheming to take control for months, but your father's shares are yours now. You have the power to stop them, if you're ready." He said, pocketing.

"I'm ready." I nodded.

A few hours later, I was standing in the grand living room, meeting the people I'd never imagined would be part of my life.

James and Mandy, my so-called step-siblings.

"Kiara, welcome!" Mandy's smile was bright as she hugged me, though there was something about her that felt off.

Why was she so happy even after knowing that our dad just passed away?

This was strange. She wasn't as bad as I imagined.

She handed me a glass of champagne, her eyes gleaming. "This is a big day for you, welcome to the Abernathy family! Let's toast to our family."

I hesitated, then forced a small smile and took a sip. "Thanks, Mandy."

James barely looked at me, his expression was cold. "So, you think you'll just step in here and take everything, huh?"

The coldness in his eyes darkened as I met his gaze. "I'm only here to take what's rightfully mine, James."

He scoffed but said nothing more, his eyes narrowing.

Mandy linked her arm through mine, chatting easily about nothing, her tone almost too friendly. "Don't mind James, Kiara. He's just too hotheaded." She laughed, gesturing me to drink up.

Jamea was indeed hot-headed while his sister was quite the opposite.

Hours later, as I made my way up the winding staircase, a sharp pain hit my stomach, as I almost slumped. I gasped, gripping the railing, my vision blurring as the pain twisted deeper, sharper, until I felt something warm trickling down my legs.

"No..." I whispered, panic surging through me as I stumbled, barely able to breathe through the agony. Blood, there was blood dripping down my legs. My mind raced, realizing Mandy's sickly sweet smile, the drink she'd given me.

I reached out, desperate for help, my voice barely a whisper. "Damon..."

The darkness started closing in as I fought to stay on my feet.