From The Grave: The Ex-Wife's Vengeance

Mira moved some of the overgrown branches of a tree that had been obstructing the entrance of the one and only house that made her feel like she was genuinely at home.

It had been a few years since she had been there, and at this point, there was no one remaining to keep it maintained. As a result, the surrounding area seemed to be a little rainforest that was struggling to stay alive.

Mira was forced to gasp for breath and cough up when she eventually made it to the entrance of the house, where she was welcomed by a whirlwind of dirt.

"Oh my goodness, it seems like there will be a significant amount of cleaning that has to be done. Dad, please help me," Mira yelled out while laughing.

She ran her hands along the wooden wall, and as she did so, she could feel the fragility of the wood giving way under her fingertips, which was an indication that this home was already very near to giving up.

She frowned, but there was nothing more she could do; she had nowhere to go at this point.

She cleaned up the whole mess in her room by sweeping, wiping, and organizing it before she was distracted by anything else.

She made her way over there carefully and turned to face the mirror. Her face lit up with a grin that was tinged with sadness as she thought back to the days when she and her father were still together, living with happiness and contentment.

"Dad, you are yanking my hair so much. Oh, my scalp felt like being peeled off, Dad." Young Mira groaned because she was in discomfort.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry, but I have no idea how to make the braids that you saw done on your friend's or classmate's hair. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Arnolfo, her father, expressed remorse and began to gently kiss the top of her head.

Mira furrowed her brow because, for some reason, she felt sorry for her father, who had been acting in the dual role of being her mother and father since the day she was born.

Even though he was never very good at any of the girlie things that she requested her father to do for her, such as helping her pick what to wear to school or combing her hair, he was always happy to do his best, even if the results were almost always disastrous.

"Well wait, here, I have a beautiful idea," her father said in a hurry. "Oh wait, here."

As he came back, he was carrying a sunflower that had reached its full bloom, and each of its golden petals was gleaming more brightly than the last.

After that, he undid the unkempt braid that he had constructed and then carefully combed her long, silky, black hair.

And then, he adoringly placed the gorgeous sunflower behind her left ear, and his eyes filled with tears of joy. Her father beckoned for her to turn toward the mirror as his eyes welled up with tears.

"Dear, I know that your mother would be overjoyed to see you right now. If only she were here, she would undoubtedly do the tasks more effectively than I would.” Mira got to her feet and wrapped her arms around her father as she battled the need to cry.

"Dad, you are succeeding where others have failed. She stated it with all sincerity, "Mom must be very proud of you. You are the best father ever Dad! I love you so much!"

Mira smiled as she brushed away the tears that had just slipped her eyes. Since she was completely by herself, the void in her life just became deeper.

She had a tremendous void in her heart for her father, and she felt that ache on a daily basis. She set aside her sadness for the meantime and started with the task

She began by cleaning her own room, and then moved on to the living room, the room next to it, and finally the balcony after that.

When she was done, she walked into the kitchen to clean up since the sky was becoming darker and she needed to prepare her dinner soon.

Mira cleaned mostly the entirety of the house, and already cooked her dinner. After which, she went into the dining room to eat.

Another pleasant recollection surfaced in her thoughts as she saw the dust that completely coated the little pot.

“Could you teach me how to cook porridge, Dad?" Little Mira pleaded with her father.

"Why, sweetheart," He acted said and continued, "Are you sick with my cooking now?"

"No, Dad, it's not like that at all. I wanted to cook and take some for Sir Lawrence. You said he was sick, right? I want to prepare food for him so that he would feel better as quickly as possible."

Her father observed her with suspicion as he stared at her. After then, the crease that had been present between his brows transformed into a sneer of mockery, which was then followed by a hearty laugh.

Laughing, he questioned her, "Do you have a crush on the young master, sweetie?" he asked her.

"W-What? D-Dad, n-no. That's not the thing. I only want to return Sir Lawrence's generosity, particularly the necklace that he gifted to me. It's impossible for someone like him to have feelings for me, right?" She stated it with complete sadness.

The expression on her father's face changed abruptly, and he knelt down to look her in the eye.

"Mirabel, I am aware that you are not old enough to comprehend anything as difficult as love. Please do not worry about it. Yet, this isn't something that can be explained by looking at the environment around us, such as how much money we have or don't have. True love doesn't depend on appearances; rather, it is founded on how a person really feels on the inside, and this feeling is unshakeable. Thus, just keep being the kind of person that everyone appreciates, and everyone who loves you will love you back."

*******

After learning that Lawrence had already served Mira with divorce papers, Lawrence's awful mother celebrated the happy event by hosting a massive feast for family and friends.

Both the Wilson and the Campbell family line were present there, along with all of their business partners and investors.

"I want to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for coming to celebrate with us today. Although even if my husband, my sweet Henry, is not here with us at the moment, I am certain that he is participating in our joyous celebration enthusiastically from a place in paradise," Deborah dabbed her eyes with a tissue even though she wasn't crying at the time.

"But, it is clear that my husband is watching over us at all times, since my son, Lawrence, will soon be able to spend the rest of his life with the woman he has loved his whole life." She then signalled for Lindsey, who was still in disbelief at what she had just heard, to come to the stage with her.

"You did not misunderstand what was said. Soon, Wilson's and Campbell's will finally get married, marking the moment when the two largest organizations will finally become one through the power of love."

The environment was filled with compliments and praises as Lindsey sobbed her joy into Lawrence's arms as everyone else celebrated and clapped.

After that, everyone congratulated them, began making arrangements for their wedding, and some people even promised them lavish wedding presents.

On one hand, it was a happy occasion for them to celebrate, but on the other hand, Mira was alone herself, crying herself to sleep while firmly clutching her pillows and dreaming that Lawrence was there with her.

******

"Lawrence, my dearest, both Lindsey and I will be very busy the whole week because we have appointments scheduled with a number of renowned fashion designers to discuss Lindsey's wedding attire. Handle the situations that are necessary." Deborah gave him a deep and serious glance in response to his statement.

Lawrence gave a respectful nod and then kissed each of the women goodbyes. He performed what was required of him without any additional delay. He needs to do it now, or else, things would never go as planned.

******

As Mira's phone suddenly began to ring, she became immediately anxious. Since it had been so many days since it had made a sound, she was taken aback by the fact that it did so now.

The moment she saw the name on the screen, her anxiety level shot through the roof.

She murmured, "Yes, hello?" in response.

"Let's meet, now. There is something I want to talk to you about," Lawrence remarked in a chilly tone.

"W-What e-exactly does it p-pertain to?" Mira's anxiousness caused her to stammer.

"After you get here, you'll understand what I need to discuss." After giving an agitated reply, he cut the phone off before continuing.

Mira let out a dejected sigh. She thought for a second that he was going to inquire about her location, her well-being, and how she was doing at that very moment.

She chuckled to hide the anguish, as if Lawrence's cold and aloof behavior toward her was something that had never happened before.

Since she was being completely honest, she did not want to go, but the opportunity to sort things out following the unexpected break in their relationship was tempting her.

This was especially true considering that she would have the chance to look at his face and to be with him once more, even if only for a couple of minutes.

In addition to this, she did not quite give up the hope that by having the appropriate talk, the hitches in their marriage might be eased out.

Maybe there was still a possibility for him to back out of his decision; perhaps there was still a chance to convince him to stay with her, in their marriage.

Mira let out a wry smile, sighed heavily as she stood up to get ready and thought, “Whom I was fooling again this time? Myself?”