A Chance Meeting

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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Sitting in a taxi, Mollie Hacket had subtle, pleasing emotions surging up in her heart.

This day was her twentieth birthday and the first anniversary of her romantic relationship with Jalen Whitley.

To celebrate this special day, Jalen booked a five-star hotel and invited all Mollie's classmates.

Lydia Young, Mollie's best friend, guessed that Jalen was probably taking this opportunity to propose to Mollie.

If so, should she agree to Jalen's proposal?

With a sense of anxiety, Mollie arrived at the hotel. Jalen opened the car door for her tenderly and helped her out of it carefully.

Jalen's handsome face and gentle eyes made the onlookers envious of Mollie.

The two entered slowly into the hotel lobby. There were photos of the couple displaying on the screen right opposite the entrance. Mollie's classmates wished her a happy birthday in unison.

At this moment, Mollie experienced the greatest happiness in her twenty years of life.

All of a sudden, the hotel door was pushed open. Ten well-trained bodyguards in black stepped in, quickly divided into two teams, and stood neatly in line.

A pretty, sexy woman followed them to appear. Her inky hair was flying in the breeze, and her red lips were like flames. She was in black high-heeled boots, a black leather skirt, a black lace shirt, and a fluffy white waistcoat.

Mollie did not think she had ever seen this woman before. She tilted her head and planned to ask Jalen if the stranger was his friend. Then, she saw him tightened up and that his eyes were filled with panic.

"Jalen, do you know this lady?" Mollie's clear voice was incredibly pleasant.

Looking at the other woman not far away, Jalen opened his mouth but did not know how to answer Mollie's question.

At this time, the strange woman replied in a soft voice, "I am Amelia Lewes, Jalen's fiancée!"

As she spoke, she walked up to Mollie and Jalen and gazed at the latter with a stern look in her eyes.

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