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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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She was in the woods again. But this time she was not alone, unlike the previous times. The grandmaster was there . She was not sure how she knew him but he was the grandmaster.

Dilly strained her eyes to see properly, it was too bright in there. He watched her closely not daring to take a step closer, she could see every muscle in his body tense, she wanted to ask him why but at that instance her mouth felt like it would not open. The atmosphere was calm and the birds whispered sweet melodies in her ears.

Dilly worried about the strange looking man sitting across her.

"I've never seen you here" she managed to say.

He smiled showing a set of extremely white teeth, "I'm the Grandmaster".

She nodded like she was expecting him to say that.

"Well I wish I was" he laughed. "I'm only but a messenger, but I'm the grandmaster's favorite"

He was beaming with so much pride.

She looked at him in awe. He wasn't the grandmaster but the grandmaster existed. She could not figure out how she knew but she just knew it. It felt strangely familiar.

His big blue eyes shone as he looked at her, "there are five powerful cities in the world beyond and I'll list them according to hierarchy ".

"The world beyond?" she thought

If anyone had told her there was a world asides the human world on earth , she would have argued flatly. But she had been dreaming about it. Could this be one of her numerous dreams ?

" These cities are powerful and they all work together for the well being and growth of the immortals..." he continued.

"we care about humans too....sometimes" he shrugged.

Her eyes were fixed on his sharp jawline and sexy lips as he spoke.

"These cities are Lebron, Iris, Lozandros... " he stopped and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Dilly suppressed a giggle because he was acting just like her chemistry professor would.

"Pasia and Latos" she said almost in a whisper.

He nodded in agreement with a wide grin. She smiled in spite of herself. How did she know that ?

"Are you ready Dilly? " he got up swiftly and began to stroll into the depths of the woods effortlessly.

She followed suit, "yes I am! ".

She was going to scream "ready for what?" but he moved too fast and he was doing it effortlessly. She ran after him as much as her legs could carry her.

"Messenger please slow down, I might go out of breath" she pleaded. He didn't tell her his name , so it just made sense to call him messenger.

They stopped when they got to the bank of the cleanest river Dilly had ever set her eyes on. The water was blue and sparkling.

Her jaw dropped in amazement. "I've never been to this part of the woods."

She turned back to look at the grandmaster's messenger and what she saw made her gasp. She opened her mouth but there was no sound.

Right before her eyes, he was transforming into what looked like an angel. His wings was a mixture of white and gold. Her heart raced at the transformation.

"Somebody help!!" She screamed internally.

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