LUCYS SWEET OBSESSION

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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"What are you talking about, Thaeddus?!"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"You can't do this to me!"

I froze at what I witnessed.

I had just opened the door to a room in the office, and a chaotic sight greeted me. The room was messy, and it looked like something undesirable had happened inside. My eyes widened when I saw a used contraceptive bag.

"Baby, what's the problem? Tell me!"

I shifted my attention back to the two people arguing in the room.

There was a woman who was nicely dressed and a man wearing only black pajamas. He had a white towel draped over his shoulder, as if he had just come out of the shower.

"Just leave, Nana. Lia doesn't want you around."

"Who's Lia?! Your whore?!" screamed the beautiful woman. My grip tightened on the door handle when I noticed the man's expression darken towards her. He looked furious, but the grin on his face remained.

He giggled softly. "You're just my whore too."

The woman flushed with anger. She stepped closer to him, making her look small in front of him. "I'm your girlfriend!"

The guy giggled again. "You hooked me for bed. Don't assume too much. Get out." He turned his back on her as if he was going to walk away, but she hugged him tightly.

"Thaeddus, please! Don't do this to me! I love you! Fix us!"

My eyes widened as the man suddenly turned around violently and pushed the woman, causing her to fall onto the bed.

That was intentional on his part, and even though it wasn't obvious, because of his size, it looked like he had slammed her down onto the bed.

"Quit it. Get out before I slam your face off!" the man said angrily.

He had his back turned to me so I couldn't see his face, but judging by the woman's sobs that were slowly turning into tears from fear-his expression must have been terrifying.

The woman stood up abruptly and grabbed her small bag roughly.

"You fucker, Thaeddus!" she yelled as she turned towards me.

I froze.

The woman stopped walking and raised an eyebrow at me. The man noticed her gaze and turned towards me as well.

Now they both had their attention on me.

I tightened my grip on the door handle even more, and my heart was pounding like crazy.

I wanted to leave moments ago, but I was still too shocked by what I saw. When I opened the door earlier, a piece of clothing had been thrown in my direction, and I didn't know which one of them did it.

"Is this Lia? Your whore?!" The woman's eyes blazed as she glared at the man.

I looked at him too, and he was definitely glaring at me with disdain.

I cleared my throat and prepared to speak because I felt like I had lost my voice from embarrassment.

"Uh... W-What..." I couldn't speak properly. My heart was racing so much that it felt like I might burst into tears from fear. "I-I'm... uh..."

"Are you Lia?!" screamed the woman. Her glare intensified towards me, so I quickly shook my head.

My gaze fell on my bag, and I hurriedly rummaged through it for my ID. I quickly held it up for them to see.

I forced myself to speak. "I-I'm the therapist that Mr. Harry hired for Mr. Levesque's physical treatment..."

Oh no.

If I'm not mistaken, the man in front of me is my client-Thaeddus Lyu Levesque...

The woman's eyebrows raised in surprise, and after a moment, she scoffed. She turned to Thaeddus and spoke up again.

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