My Unsuspecting Mate

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.

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Episode 1

Kim's Pov

The alarm rang loudly and I snooze it almost immediately.

Why does it have to wake me up now?

I'm still feeling sleepy.

I grumbled before walking to the bathroom to have my bath.

After taking my bath, I mop my body with my small white towel before walking to my big old bag to select the clothe I will wear to work.

A little introduction of myself .

My name is Kim Park, A Korean, I came from a family of five.

My mom, My granny from the paternal side, Jeremy, Sophia and Lina.

My Dad died ten years ago,we are in the middle class, neither rich nor poor and we are living okay.

I graduated from college last year but I was unable to find a job so I engage myself into some menial jobs to keep body and soul together.

I'm a girl who is attractive to men at an early age of life, I'm beautiful, heavily endowed with my cute and hair lashes which flutter at intervals including my long hair almost reaching my knees.

My heavily features always made me uncomfortable around men and thus made me an introvert.

Enough of the introduction.

I slip my feet into the sandals and pick my small bag before walking out of the room.

I walk to the dinning and they were there already (my family), I greeted them one after the other before settling down to eat.

During the course of eating, Jeremy spake up.

"Auntie I forgot to tell you yesterday night about the contributions we are to make in school "He said lowly and I press my lips.

"Really "I mumbled before grabbing a glass of water and sip in a reasonable amount.

"Yes, the party we usually organises between ourselves after the end of every year is around the corner so we are to contribute some money "He explained and I nodded.

"How much?? "I asked.

"5000 bucks" He mumbled lowly and my heart sank.

I'm not having much at hand.

"Uhm...... Jeremy, I will see what I can do about it before tomorrow night " I promise and he smiled.

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