Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

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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Cassie didn't see the slap coming. She felt the force push her backwards and her face twisted in agony as she struggled to keep her balance.

"You do not reply to me with questions bitch!". The man who had just delivered the hot slap didn't even look like he had just hurt her. He had a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Enough! Bring her to me!" a loud voice commanded from the other side of the room.

Cassie felt strong hands grab her by her shoulders as she screamed in fear.

"I am sorry! Please let me go!" She begged, tears streaming down her face as she tried but failed to resist being dragged to the huge terrifying man in front of her.

"I will pay you. I promise....I will pay every penny back!" Her voice echoed through the near empty room.

The huge man flung her to the hard floor and she fell to her knees clutching her bag and shivering.

Frank Jobs; her biggest nightmare and the reason her father lay dead, pulled roughly on her hair and raised her to face him.

"I don't like excuses very much honey bear" he drawled, a wicked smile spreading all over his face.

Cassie stood before him trembling. She could hear her heart beating furiously in her chest and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her hands from shaking or the tears from flowing. The man before her was the source of her greatest pain.

Even though the police told her that her father suffered a heart attack and died in detention, she knew Frank Jobs was behind his death. Her father's gambling issues had finally brought her family to ruin. A man like Frank Jobs wasn't the type to forgive a debt.

He had continuously terrorized her family ever since her father failed to meet up with their agreement.

His eyes scanned her face and brightened with satisfaction as she shook before him and choked on her tears.

"Your father owes me a lot of money." His hands moved quickly from her hair to her neck and held her in a tight grip. "Do you know how much?"

Cassie shook her head vigorously, blinking rapidly and trying to stop his hands from strangling her. He laughed loudly and turned to his men standing across the room.

"She doesn't know! Awwww ... .honey" his voice dripping with mockery. But then, he suddenly stopped laughing and let her go with such force that she staggered back completely stunned to silence.

"You have 1 year to pay me my money. 200 thousand dollars, no more, no less or else...!"

He paused as if he had suddenly remembered something important. He reached for his phone in his suit, scrolled for a little while and turned the phone to her.

Cassie gasped in shock " No! No! Please! Please!"....

Her sister Maya's picture flashed clearly before her. Her only sister. The only family she had left.

"No!! I beg you!" She screamed reaching for the phone as if to save her sister but Frank visibly enjoying her pain snatched it away quickly, laughing loudly.

Something in her snapped at that very moment.

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