The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

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A five-star hotel in City was packed with famous people. Tonight was the engagement ceremony of Zayn, the son of Ali Enterprises and Chloe Bishop, the second daughter of Bishop Family!

"Zayn...which room are you in?" Before the wedding ceremony began, Chloe felt dizzy and then left the banquet hall to pick up the phone.

"8607." In the phone, Zayn's voice sounded cold as if he had suppressed his feelings and love for her in the past.

"Kate said you want to give me a surprise before our wedding?" Chloe's lovely dimples showed up on her blushing face. "... Are you thinking to make me yours? But for the first time, I'd like to keep it until we get married. We've been waiting for two years already after all."

"I'm not joking with you. Come up quickly."

Zayn hung up the phone.

He couldn't wait to have her already?

Chloe blinked her eyes and thought, "I am only 19, will it be..."

"It doesn't matter, right? He will soon be my fiance." She still loves Zayn very much.

Chloe staggered along the corridor of the hotel. Her delicate and beautiful little face blushed because of tipsiness. She was wearing a short champagne-coloured Chanel dress, which showed her curvy figure. She was charming and lovely.

"It's strange. I didn't drink much... She patted her forehead and her vision gradually blurred.

In the banquet hall, she didn't intend to drink at all. But just now, Mrs. Bishop insisted that she should have a drink with her guests and some prominent people.

Walking into the elevator, Chloe pressed the button for the 6th floor while feeling dizzy, but she did not expect to have accidentally pressed the 8th-floor button.

The 8th floor of the hotel is the floor for the VIPS.

Once leaving the lift, Chloe went straight to the room Zayn said he was in. Yet, she couldn't tell 8 and 6 apart clearly. In front of Room 8807, she knocked...

"Come in." A sexy and charming man's voice came from inside.

His voice were strong enough to tempt her.

Chloe pushed the door open and walked in, laughing in a daze. "Zayn, when did your voice become so deep? It just like you have a bass put in your voice.'

The room was not lit, but one could still vaguely see the luxurious furniture of the house, as well as the king-sized bed. It was a presidential suite.

There was a strong man's perfume scent in the room.

"Zayn..." she moved forwards while leaning over the wall. Then, she collapsed on the big comfortable bed and asked, "Where are you?"

She felt a sudden heat that made her uncomfortable.

Chloe tugged at her clothes....

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. A while later, a tall figure came out.

In the dim light, the man was wearing a bathrobe. The muscle on the bare chest is vaguely showing with the water drops slipped down from his chest.

He was a breathtakingly handsome man.

In the dark, the man looked at the Chloe with his brown eyes, and his voice was beautiful and magnetic.

"Who are you?"

"Hot..." Chloe's tender lips were slightly opened. "I want to take off my clothes..."

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