Ajifa

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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Neon lights were flashing in the dark night of C City. The day was a busy, and the night was joyful.

Half past nine in the evening was the most active time. It was a chaotic scene in Lux bar. Men and women were dancing on the dance floor, where they could vent their emotions everywhere.

Suddenly, a bright light came over on the stage in the center of the dancing floor, and everyone's eyes were attracted by it. They quickly looked over, and saw a woman in a gauze skirt. Bold as she was, her small face and restrained and shy look was very young!

While the guests were guessing the identity of the maiden, the host walked onto the stage and spoke loudly with a microphone, "everyone, please calm down! "This lady is the artist we signed today. Of course, she is of great value to us!"! million! Open the bidding begins! "

"Well, she looks very ordinary. Is that also worth one million?"

"Yes! Was her body gilded with gold or silver? So expensive? I can give you a 50% discount. I've bought it! "

Standing on the stage and listening to the people downstairs haggling like buying cabbages in the vegetable market, Emmett Zhong couldn't hold back her tears.

Today, she had received the hospital's critically ill notice, and if her brother hadn't received the treatment, she wouldn't have gone to such a dangerous place in exchange for high fees for the surgeries.

Although their words humiliated her, she didn't retreat or escape, did she? She couldn't bear to see her brother die because of lack of money for surgery! That was her only family! The only family!

At the thought of her dying brother, she plucked up all her courage to bravely stand on the stage, turning a blind eye to the guests. This was her stage. Although it was an embarrassing stage, she had to be proud, instead of crawling at their feet like a dog!

Dad and mom, you must protect Emmett Zhong and Joe Zhong in the heaven. Please bless them! He must hold on this night, and he would be fine!

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