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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.

Modern Parenting Ex-wife Drama

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At 11:30 p.m., in Room 708, DC Hotel.

"The water– Christa... You..." Once Angela Xu drank the water, her body was starting to feel all hot and bothered.

"You definitely won't be a virgin tonight!" Christa Yang's delicate makeup could not cover the sneer that had crossed her face.

"Why?" Angela Xu gasped out. She could already feel her surroundings becoming hazy. How could her friend do it? They had already known each other for more than ten years!

"Why?" Christa Yang snapped back, feeling tears welling up her eyes. She felt the hatred that she'd squeezed in her chest for so long came rushing back out. "I trusted you so much that I told you a secret, but now everyone knows I'm not a virgin! Do you know what I've lost? And now you're asking me why?" What?

Angela Xu shook her head desperately, trying to claw at her. Something about it just didn't seem right. There had to be a misunderstanding!

However, Christa Yang was already fully convinced. "Someone will come to help you alleviate what you're feeling later. In fact, it's not as painful as you think it is. You might even enjoy it." Her eyes glinted coldly. "I've even selected the most handsome man. Have a good time, Angela."

"Christa!" Angela Xu tried to grab her but she failed. Seeing this, Christa cackled as she slapped the door.

Angela felt the heat crawl around her skin as if a volcano was about to blow up. She felt so hot that she wanted to tear off all her clothes in one go. As soon as her fingers trailed her skin, she couldn't help but tremble.

Although Christa said that the man would be good-looking, it didn't mean that she wanted to fuck him! Never!

Angela managed to calm herself down even for a few moments and slowly opened the door.

Under the dim light of the corridor, she saw a figure standing in front of a guest room. The man was wearing a suit. He looked as if he had just gotten off the runaway. He looked incredibly handsome that she couldn't take her eyes off him. He inserted his room card in, and his simple movement made a wet pool right between her legs.

No way! She couldn't stand it anymore!

This man was so handsome that he was way better than those pimps!

Just as he was about to close the door, she rushed over, sweat oozing out of her skin.

"Do you want a date?" She managed to squeeze out those words, despite the surging heat in her body.

She'd never been so bold before.

'Is she another one of the women coming for me?' Enough!

Edward Yan shoved her away and turned on the light, staring at her with his sharp eyes.

Under the light, she recognized the man's face! However, she couldn't help but be disgruntled when she saw how his eyes were shining in disgust.

She swallowed greedily, looking at him as if he were a piece of pork. "Do you want to spend a night with me or not?" she demanded.

"Do you think I want to?" he snarled. He hated the women who throw themselves at him. They didn't have enough respect for themselves. "Get out."

His refusal was ruthless and without mercy. She blinked, surprised that a man could actually refuse her at such a state. However, that would mean that she needed to find another one. Where else could she find another man as handsome as he was?

Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, Edward Yan grabbed her arms and tried to drag her out of the room. His lips curled.

'I may not be pretty, but I'm a woman too!'

Angela scowled. "Just because you're gay, it doesn't mean you get to be so rude!"

She couldn't think of any other reason for him to refuse her.

Edward Yan was speechless, raising his eyebrows up in the air. 'Did she really think I was gay?'

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