Apartment 46

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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"Josef, see it yourself. I would never wrong Myra." Yvonne Ye quickly opened the surveillance video in his study.

Even Josef Jiang's two close friends stared at the screen in curiosity, wondering if what she had said was true.

Staring at their faces, Myra Ming had no idea what happened. 'What's happening?

Why are they staring at me like that? Like I've done something so shameful! What the hell was Yvonne talking about?' Myra Ming thought sadly.

"Josef!" she called out her husband lowly.

"Shut up!" he snapped, not even bothering to look at her. Myra Ming bowed her head grievously.

"Josef, what's wrong with you? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something? Why do you have to yell at me?" she snapped, having enough of his indifference.

Just now, she had been shopping happily with her friend outside. The next thing she knew, Josef Jiang called and urged her to come home immediately. When she was back, she was met with curious and cautious looks from his group of friends.

'What the hell happened? When I married him, he had never said anything harsh to me. Never! What's going on? Why did he have to yell at me in front of these people?' Thinking of this, Myra Ming's eyes welled up with unshed tears.

Although she was usually obedient and submissive when it came to her husband, she couldn't take this mistreatment anymore.

"Bastard! Why the hell are you yelling at me? Why are you treating me like this? What did I do? What the hell did I do to deserve this?" she demanded.

Josef Jiang's two friends gazed at her in surprise.

She had always been gentle whenever they came to visit. In fact, from the time they had known her, she never did anything unreasonable. Josef Jiang's handsome face darkened at the sound of her yelling at him. Yvonne Ye stared at Myra Ming with a smug smile, as if everything was falling into her plan.

'What? Are they all dumb?' Myra Ming thought.

However, she didn't have the guts to say it right to their faces. After all, they were visitors. Moreover, the look on Josef Jiang's face had darkened further. Seeing this, she quickly closed her mouth. It seemed that she needed to stand this a little while longer.

'Fine, since you all like to waste my time, then be it. Let's wait and see,' she thought bitterly.

Thinking of this, Myra Ming grabbed a drink from the fridge and found a good seat. However, when she returned, the atmosphere in the study became even more serious.

As soon as she walked in, she automatically regretted ever coming back at all.

'What's wrong with them?' While Myra Ming was buried deep in her thoughts, Josef Jiang snapped,

"Well, my dear wife, weren't you so agitated a while ago? Why don't you speak up now?"

Hearing his words, Myra felt Ming cold all over.

Although he said it with a smile on his face, the warmth didn't reach his eyes. He stared at her calculatingly as if he was waiting for her reaction. She had never seen him like this before. It was as if she didn't even know him.

"Do you have anything to tell me?" he asked coldly.

"Tell you what?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

'Something's wrong.' Josef Jiang talked as if he was waiting for her to confess and beg for a lenient punishment. The way his two friends were looking at her now also looked as if they were gazing at a thief. Their hardened gaze made her shift uncomfortably.

Her usual carefree character was reduced, and she was overwhelmed with a feeling of anxiety.

'Is it just like the movies?' It couldn't be! She wasn't going to allow herself to be belittled like that! Definitely not! There was always a mistress involved in those types of movies, and the original wife would usually be belittled. She'd be bullied.

Seeing Josef's face, it wouldn't be unusual for him to get a mistress himself. In fact, even if he wasn't looking, there were hundreds of women willing to throw themselves at him.

'Why didn't I think of any of this when I got married? The movies I watched all have a good ending, right? I shouldn't think of this,'

she thought, trying her best to calm herself. Whatever happened will happen either way. The most important thing she had now was Josef's trust.

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