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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.Valeriana
“Mom, I’m getting late! Goodbye!!” Valeriana said, walking hastily past the breakfast table. She then gave a bright smile and leaned to kiss the cheeks of her most precious human, “Goodbye , take care and don’t run around in the house!” she said. “Sure my Ana dear, take care, okay?” An old lady in her early eighties said, smiling ear to ear. That old lady is Valeriana’s paternal grandmother. Or the most important, precious person in her life!
“Ana! You can’t do this every time! You always skip breakfast, if it goes on then you will become sick!” A pretty woman said.
“Mom, sorry but I really have to go, the children must be waiting!” She said while taking a piece of bread. And added, “Don’t worry, I’ll eat this bread on my way!” And left the house in a running way to escape her scolding.
“Josephine, calm down! She will eat something after she gets there.” Grandmother said.
Josephine is Valeriana’s mother, but everyone says that she looks like Valeriana’s elder sister. She has really good skin, without any wrinkles, which makes her look younger. Nobody would believe that she’s in her late forties.
“Outside food doesn’t suit her, mom,” Josohine said with a stressed face.
Valeriana was walking down the street, sunlight falling on her face. She looked towards the sky, blinked her eyes twice and blocked the sunlight with her one hand, and said, “A sunny day it is!” And smiled brightly.
Valeriana is the name of a flower in Europe. Just like the flower is used for the treatment of insomnia, anxiety and psychological stress, our Valeriana also helps people to get out of depression. Especially the children and old people.
Valeriana works in a NGO. Which helps millions of orphans, old people get their comfort place. Her beauty, her humbleness, her smile helps the people to feel at ease.
Valeriana’s common trait is that she always smiles no matter what happens. Life has never been easy on her. Since her childhood she has been suffering. Be it her dad leaving her and her mom, when she was only six years old. Or be it the students in her school bullying her for being poor. She has always faced these problems with a smile on her face. No matter how many times these things tore her up, she didn’t let her smile fade away nor did she let anybody else get the hint that she’s sad or what’s going inside her.
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