Married to Jacob

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer

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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^Leah's Pov^

I wiggled my butt staring at the TV as Javier played on.

** If our love was a story book, we would meet on the very first page.

**The last chapter would be about how... I'm thankful for the life we made.

**And if we had babies they would have your eyes, I would fall deeper watching you give you life.

** You don't even know how very special you are......

**You leave me breathless..... you're everything good in my life

**You leave me breathless.... I still can't believe that you're mine.....

I sang at the top of my voice. The song wasn't his but his remix was so much better. I shook my butt wishing and praying that one day he would sing this very song to me.

Okay, a little introduction. I'm Leah Thompson, a graduate from one of the not so prestigious universities of California. I work as a waitress at a restaurant and I live with my roommate so the rent can be split in half. My parents died when I was little, I wasn't so lucky to get adopted at the orphanage so I left when I was 18.

Luckily, I was able to go to college so now I'm 22, one of the working class ladies. Speaking of my roommate....

"Kyla...." I yell at the top of my voice.

"Are you done idolising your idol, your voice sounds like a broken record." She spat out playfully. I chuckle in response before giving her the finger.

"Am already late for work. I'll see you later."

I grab my bag before leaving the house inhaling the fresh scent of a new day.

"I have a good feeling about today. It's going to be wonderful."

**Javier's Pov**

"I asked for a medium sized soda, not a big sized. What if I'm too bloated to sing huh! Get lost, you're fired!"

I yell at his face, I drop the soda on the floor and turn away angrily.

"Incompetent fools" I hissed a little too loudly and my manager walked in.

"Javier, that has to be the second one you've lost this week. You need to be patient."

"I hate clumsy people, it's not my fault they are all incompetent."

I focused on what I was doing and he shook his head.

"Alright, have you thought about what I proposed?"

"Tom, you gave me a choice between my music and my single life. Besides, marriage doesn't mean I can't screw whomever I want so what did you think I'd pick."

I say sarcastically.

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