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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In a huge, dark blue-hued bedroom of a suburban villa, a scene about an R-rated play was unfolding, creating an ambiguous atmosphere in the entire room.

Cherry Shen had just returned from a business trip. She had exited from the airport and then hailed a taxi.

While in the vehicle, Cherry Shen gazed at the scenery outside the window, and a smile appeared on her face. At this very moment, she was feeling so excited. All she wanted to do was meet the man she had loved so deeply all along.

Cherry Shen pulled out the spare key John Ye had given her and opened the villa's door.

As soon as Cherry Shen entered the house, she heard a strange voice. It sounded like a woman's voice. Pushing open the door, the sight of her sister, Jean Shen, lying naked on top of John Ye greeted her.

"What is this? I can't believe my boyfriend is having sex with my sister!"

Standing in the doorway, Cherry Shen felt angry. She screamed, "John Ye, Jean Shen!"

Cherry Shen's voice brought their intimate act to an abrupt halt.

John Ye tensed at the sight of the incomparable wrath on her beautiful face. His heartbeat too quickened. He immediately picked up his clothes, which were lying on the ground, and put them on hastily.

Jean Shen was still in bed, pulling the quilt around her body to cover it up. But in her heart, she was cursing Cherry Shen. 'This bitch is definitely my nemesis. How dare she come here and sabotage my plans!'

John Ye put on his clothes, went to Cherry Shen and, nervously, explained, "Cherry, you are misunderstanding this. It is not what..."

But before John could finish his sentence, Cherry Shen raised her hand and slapped him across his face.

"John Ye, I will not let you touch me! You can now go find another woman. I am breaking up with you!" With these words, Cherry Shen turned and left, holding back her tears. She despaired at this deep insult and hurt.

Gazing at her receding figure, John Ye's heart was filled with anguish. He had never imagined that he would fail to resist temptation, and this will result in his beloved leaving him.

It was midnight. In the bar, neon lights shone all over the hall.

Cherry Shen was sitting in a chair in front of the bar counter. She was holding the wine that her friend Emily Xia had sent to her. She gulped it down and emptied the cup.

Emily Xia felt sad, watching her friend Cherry Shen drowning herself in alcohol. But she was at a loss for words that would comfort her. During their university years, this earnest senior could get down on one knee to express his dedication to Cherry Shen. But now, he has lived in society for so long, that his core values must also have changed. As for Jean Shen, her heart had always been filled with envy, while her enmity towards Cherry Shen had never decreased.

Cherry Shen was highly intoxicated. Staring at the last drop of wine in the cup, she said to Emily Xia, "Emily, do you think there is something I owe the world? Why did it have to be Jean Shen with John Ye? Why?"

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