Fated Disaster

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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Asher's POV

Life isn't so good but I can't complain. That will make me seem ungrateful. What more do I want that I don't have? Others would be so quick to ask me that.

I have a father who loves me, a mother who dotes on me as if she can't live without me and even though I have a sister who is annoying and enjoys teasing me, I know she loves me.

To cap it all, I am the heir to the throne and being the next alpha of the Ulier pack isn't something to be taken lightly. It comes with a lot of benefits.

I have wealth that many in the clan pray for and a social standing that can never get crippled.

Life is indeed good. I swing my leg on the porch at the balcony of my bedroom, enjoying the feel of the wind against my skin. I feel like jumping down but only the thought of scaring the maids working down there gives me pause.

They would scream as if they forget that I'm a werewolf and can't die by jumping off from a porch on the fourth floor of my father's mansion.

I hear the door to my bedroom open and I swing my neck so fast I almost pop it out of the joints. I am not expecting anyone and I told the maids not to disturb me.

I walk to the room, scaring the maid who is walking towards me.

"Oh, my lord." She gasps, holding a hand to her chest as her eyes widen at me. "You scared me."

"What are you doing in my bedroom?" I question, moving back to the balcony. "I gave instructions not to be disturbed."

She sighs. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to."

I nudge my head in her direction, giving her a side look. "Is there a problem?"

"The alpha wants to see you."

"What is the time?"

She gives me a confused look, wondering what I was talking about but she indulges me. "It's five minutes past one."

"I'm not hungry. You can leave."

She stares at me for a few minutes before clarity shines in her eyes. She nods and smiles. "Oh! He is in the throne room not the dinner hall."

I frown. Father isn't calling me to have lunch? I wonder what else he wants to see me for. I had woken up late and had a heavy brunch which is why I can't join them for lunch, even though I know how much father loves a complete family.

Having brunch today isn't the problem but having a lot of it recently is the problem. I have been waking up late these days and eating alone in my bedroom. That means missing out on lunch and getting father annoyed. I had been waiting for when father would call me out on the attitude which is why I assumed that was what the maid is here for.

"Do you know what he wants to see me for?"

She gives me a look that respectfully wonders if I'm stupid.

"Oh!" I blush. "I'm sorry."

It's not like the alpha would have a heart to heart with a maid about why he wants to see his son before sending her on an errand. I shouldn't have asked a stupid question.

"I have to leave now." She reminds me that she has other tasks to do and can't wait for me to make up my mind.

"You can go." I wave my hand at her.

She bows slightly to me in the customary way and leaves the room.

I sigh, wondering what my father needs me for as I change the attire I have on. We live in a modern world with businesses booming all around us and technology making everything beautiful but we still have traditions we hold on to.

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