Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

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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In the suburb of N City.

A young woman stood beside an abandoned road.

With a suitcase in her hand, she stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

She looked like only in her early twenties.

She wore a white dress, a high ponytail, and her clear and pure appearance was very beautiful from a distance.

It was difficult for anyone to connect such a girl with a murderer.

But she was Holley Ye, the murderer who was sentenced to jail four years ago.

A black Audi A6 slowly drove over and stopped in front of Holley Ye.

The door was pushed open. A refined man got off the car and walked towards Holley Ye with a smile.

"Come here, give me a hug."

Then he opened his arms and held Holley Ye in his arms like a real gentleman.

"Moore, thank you for picking me up."

Leaning against his shoulder, Holley Ye whispered her thanks.

"Only strangers will say 'thank you'," Moore Mo pretended to be unhappy and complained. Then he took the suitcase from her hand and said, "Get in the car. Let's go home now. We can talk later."

However, before they got on the car, the Audi A6 had been hit by a truck that was running at a high speed.

The Audi A6 rolled over in midair, and then fell down onto the ground a hundred meters away.

A deep pit was formed on the ground and the car was completely damaged.

Both Moore Mo and Holley Ye were shocked by what they saw.

Fortunately, they hadn't gotten in the car. If they had been in it just now, they would have been badly mutilated by now.

Before they could react, a Maserati raced over and stopped half a meter away from Holley Ye.

The window was rolled down a centimeter from the inside.

She vaguely saw a man sitting in the car.

He slowly spoke, in an overbearing, almost commanding tone. "Get in the car!"

"Your friend?"

Holley Ye looked at Moore Mo and asked with uncertainty.

"I don't know him."

Moore Mo shook his head.

Holley Ye frowned slightly and said angrily, "I don't know you. Why should I get in your car? I warn you, Moore Mo is the most famous lawyer in N City. If you harass me, he will sue you! "

"Get in the car."

The overbearing voice came from the car again.

Immediately, the window was all rolled down.

Holley Ye saw the man in the car clearly.

He was still as handsome as ever. His marble-like face alone was enough to attract thousands of girls.

This man was no one else but Ron Mu who was as dazzling as the diamond.

When Holley Ye looked into his eyes, her lips slightly trembled.

For her, this man was not a stranger, but the man who held a grand wedding with her four years ago.

That year, when she just entered the university, this man chased after her.

At that time, she was so pure that she couldn't resist him. Therefore, she became his girlfriend.

Six months later, they had a wedding.

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