My Pervert Boyfriend

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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“Shirina Louis, I want a divorce.” With a merciless voice and cold eyes, Carl Charles looked Shirina Louis straight in the eye. His handsome face, combined with his cold appearance, made his aura cruel.

Shirina Louis’s face paled, the movement of picking up food stopped in midair. Carl Charles’s indifference made it difficult for her to breathe, as if her heart was being squeezed by a painful barbed wire. She asked him, trembling.

“You divorced me because of Kaytlyn Louis… right?”

Carl Charles remained silent, not avoiding her questioning gaze. Shirina Louis asked persistently, her voice wet.

“Why do you have to talk about this on your one year wedding anniversary?”

“…”

“Carl Charles, did you ever… love me… a little?”

Their eyes met. Carl Charles’s deep black eyes were like a terrifying vortex. Shirina Louis felt that in the blink of an eye, he would swallow her whole. The pain in her heart made her whole body tremble.

She held Carl Charles’s hand, sobbing.

“I don’t want a divorce!”

Carl Charles’s brow furrowed, and he withdrew his hand, revealing impatient hatred.

“I have already prepared the divorce papers. You just need to sign.”

The divorce caused Shirina Louis to throw away her self-respect. She took Carl Charles’s hand and placed it on the raised belly, begging meekly.

“I didn’t sign! We’ve been married for over a year, and a baby is about to be born. Please don’t leave me... beg you, don’t leave me and your son...”

“Don’t touch me!”

Carl Charles shoved Shirina Louis’s arm so hard that she fell backwards. She frantically clung to the sheet of cards, causing all the food to fall on the floor. Hot broth poured over her.

Shirina Louis screamed in pain. “My belly… Carl Charles… my belly…”

Blood gushed out between her legs, making Shirina Louis dizzy and dizzy.

Carl Charles rushed her to the hospital. Lying in the ambulance, she reached out to grab his sleeve, imploring in a low voice.

“Don’t leave me... don’t leave me and baby...”

Carl Charles sat down to avoid her hand. The air in the car became stifling, and the nurses and doctors realized this couple was unusual. Shirina Louis burst into tears of shame. They took her to the emergency cesarean section. After thirty minutes, the sound of a baby crying echoed throughout the delivery room. The baby was born safely.

Under the effect of the anesthetic, Shirina Louis seemed to hear the gentle voice of Carl Charles. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here”

Surely it wasn’t an illusion. The divorce was just a dream. Shirina Louis smiled, peacefully sinking into a coma.

The moment she regained consciousness, the quiet room without a single person frightened Shirina Louis. Where’s her baby boy? Where’s Carl Charles?

“Bang.” Someone opened the door to the room. The nurse rushed into the room, glancing sideways at her, voice spiteful. “Huh! When you wake up, get up and take your medicine. Are you going to lie there and act like a lady waiting for a servant?”

“Where’s my child?” Shirina Louis grabbed the nurse’s hand and asked impatiently. The rough movement makes the incision painful as if it wants to tear people in two. She clutched her stomach and sat on the bed, biting her lip, wanting to draw blood.

“You move so hard that you want the incision to burst, right? Are you intentionally causing more trouble for us?”

The nurse scolded Shirina Louis furiously, not hiding her disdain.

“Your seven-month-old baby had to have an emergency C-section because of a miscarriage. Do you think he could lie here like any other baby? It will have to be raised in an incubator until its organs are complete. Huh, it’s true that the mother has her own child. The genetics are useless.”

Since childhood, Shirina Louis has always endured all kinds of insults. She only cares about her son’s condition. Although the nurse did not volunteer, she still showed the way to the intensive care room.

The nurse shoved an item into Shirina Louis’s hand.

“You dropped this object before entering the operating room. I looked for Dr. Carl Charles to return it, but I couldn’t find him.”

Shirina Louis recognizes her birth mother’s family heirloom. It is a rope with a pale yellow stone. She reached out to receive the item, but the nurse intentionally dropped it on the floor. The nurse smirked at her provocatively.

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