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Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

Tao Yaoyao

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.

Modern Parenting Ex-wife Drama

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“1201，1202，1203……”

At night, the lights in the corridor of the hotel finally dimmed down. A woman in heels was swaying left and right as she stumbled across the corridor. She pointed at every sign as she narrowed her eyes.

She staggered to the door of room 1203 and placed her room card on the handle. Soon enough, the door swung open. After entering the room, she threw herself onto the bed. "Lucas, I miss you so much!" she slurred out.

Who?

Chason Jiang was lying on the bed with a severe headache. He glanced at the uninvited guest who suddenly pounced onto him.

His mouth was dry and his throat was scratchy. He glared at her irritably and wanted to push her away. However, he had no strength to do so seeing as he had just woken up.

The woman struggled, groaning. "Have you turned on the air conditioner? It's so hot!"

Chason Jiang squinted his eyes and turned over to press her down.

'Now that you're here, I'll just do what you wish.'

He spent the whole night pounding into her.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

When Claire Lin heard her alarm clock, she couldn't open her eyes. It was probably because of the long night she had.

She felt a sharp pain course through her body. She couldn't help but turn over.

However, when her arm brushed against something hard, she immediately retracted. What the hell did she put on her bed?

Oh right. It could only be her boyfriend - Lucas Xu.

Claire Lin remembered that she tried looking for her boyfriend who had just returned, but when she found the room to be strangely dark, she couldn't see a thing. She reached out to turn on the lights, but she couldn't find it. After looking around, the room was finally lit up.

When she turned around, her eyes widened. Immediately, she shrieked.

The man lying next to her was not her boyfriend Lucas Xu. Instead, it was a strange man.

Chason Jiang was awakened by the sudden scream. He squinted his eyes. "Shut up!"

"You-- who are you? Why are you in my room?" Claire Lin screamed out as she pulled the comforter to cover herself.

Chason Jiang finally came to his senses. His eyes widened as he stared at the woman right beside him.

What happened last night? He frowned.

Was it because he hadn't touched a woman for a long time that he actually let her stay with him the whole night?

Claire Lin's mind was a complete mess. She couldn't remember what happened at all. However, when she saw the blood stains on the sheet, she paled.

She had sex with the man beside her. It was her first time! Her first time was what she cherished the most, but now it had gone.

Chason Jiang tried to recall what happened last night. He remembered suffering from a headache when he woke up, probably because of the amount of alcohol that he had drunk.

He had been talking with the H Group last night. However, when he came into his room, he felt as if something was wrong with his body. He thought that it was because of the alcohol.

Later in the evening, a woman climbed into his bed.

In the end, he wasn't able to control himself because he was drugged.

He raised his head and saw the blood staining the sheet. He was set up.

His gaze darkened. Someone actually dared to trick him!

"What's your purpose?" Chason Jiang said coldly.

Claire Lin furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What did you say? I don't understand."

Sure enough, the woman was far more manipulative than he had thought. In J City, there were countless women who wanted to sleep with him. It wasn't the first time that he'd been jumped by a woman.

Yet, it wasn't easy for them to get on his bed.

With a sneer, he quickly climbed out of bed and put on his clothes.

Claire Lin stared. She had to admit that the man had a very good figure, even better than the supermodels that she'd seen on the magazines. However, it was just too shameful to see him dress in front of her. She quickly averted her gaze.

Chason snorted at the sight.

She was really good at acting.

"Stop pretending. You weren't like that in bed last night," he snapped. He quickly wore his suit and tightened his tie under his collar.

Claire Lin trembled. "Shut up! Last night, what happened?"

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