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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Sienna Point Of View

"Sienna, you need to come here fast, as our CEO is on his way here." I received a call from my team head making me run through the crowded footpaths of New York city.

People are always busy here. The city is lively with people buzzing around at the daytime and it is lit with many lights, like stars have graced their beauty on earth, at the night time. I love staying in this city in-spite of the problems and scary nightmares I am going through.

I hurried towards the road waited for walk signal to cross the road. I should be in the office by now and it takes ten minutes walk from here.

Wish CEO Sir doesn't arrive so quickly.

Just as I saw the walk signal on traffic lights, I started crossing road but stopped suddenly looking at a shiny luxurious SUV standing there in traffic.

I walked towards the car and knocked at the driver window. He rolled down the black-tinted window and narrowed his eyes towards me eyeing me up and down.

"You need to off the engine while in traffic or the car is at a stop sir. We cannot deprive our future generations with gas/petrol/diesel right? Please do off the engine next time sir. It also prevents some of the pollution too." I said in a small tone not wanting to offend him or the owner who is sitting at the backseat.

I leaned back after telling him what I wanted to and looked half open window of the backseat of the car. I went towards the owner to tell my apologies for wasting their time, when I saw those eyes.

Those deep sea blue eyes which are like crystals shining at every flicker of light! They are a very interesting and unique color that I found myself looking at them interestingly.

I could only see his eyes from the little opening of the window but I can tell he must be looking like a beauty God. His eyes gave away that much that he might be in his late twenties I assume looking at his young, clear eyes narrowed towards me with rage.

I know that look and I learned few of them all these four years from the place I'm currently staying.

When someone, who thinks they are as mighty as God, gives that look it means he is not a fan of taking good advices from people who they think are nothing but beggars before them.

I agree that look did shake my legs with fear but I'm still glad that I could mutter up the courage to give a little advice and I don't regret it.

He squinted on his eyes towards me and I know he must be gritting his teeth preventing himself from lashing on me in the public face.

I bowed my head in fear and scurried away before I let him hurt me.

Why do I do such things? I know I need to maintain a low profile because I have so much to loose. I have too many secret to risk. But still I cannot keep my nature-related opinions to myself.

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