2 in 1 Love

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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"No, please don't beat me, please I beg you. I.. I swear I'll finish all these works before evening. I swear." Ivana woke up all sweating and panting. "Not again... not again God. I thought I'd be able to sleep peacefully without having sleeping pills at least for a day but no. I was wrong. Hash! why did I even forget to keep an extra stock of pills!"

While looking at the sky full of stars and moon, a drop of tear rolled down from her brown eyes.

"Why did you leave me alone dad? mom? You were supposed to be with me right? You were supposed to be with me and support me, sing with me laugh with me, share your opinions with me, make me smile when I go through pain. Why did you leave me alone?"

"It would have been better if you'd have taken me along with you that day. I was waiting for you people in my princess gown. Your princess was waiting for you dad, that my dad is bringing my favourite chocolate cake for me on my birthday with a Barbie on top of it. I was waiting for you mom. I was waiting for the tiara you'd make for me on my every birthday. But you left me forever. You promised me mom dad that you'd come soon with my cake and tiara. But you left me alone forever. I miss you mom dad. I hope you people are watching over me from where ever you are."

When she starts thinking about her parents, she remembers every sweet moments she spent with her parents. The cookies they baked together, the cute fights between mom and dad over the dress Ivana should wear on her birthdays, the songs they used to sing together, how her father taught her to play piano. A sweet smile escaped from her lips. But then she remembered the pool of blood in front of her eyes on her eleventh birthday and reality hit her.

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