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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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"Tell me what you're wearing," His deep voice came through from the other end.

"A satin dress!" She answered, already getting turned on by his questions.

"Long or short?"

"Short."

"Perfect. Panties?" He asked.

"Yes"

"Take it off." He commanded. Mia felt a shiver run down her spine. But she obeyed. She adjusted herself and took off her panties.

"Done!" She replied, lying on her back.

"Good girl! Now close your eyes." He instructed.

Mia obeyed.

"Remember how you feel anytime I take your erect nipple into my warm wet mouth?"

Mia nodded her head at the memory. "Yes I do," she moaned.

"Put your index finger in your mouth, ensure you've got enough saliva on it, then slowly run that finger over your right nipple."

"Ahhhhhhh!" Mia moaned at the cold shiver she got from doing as Colton requested.

"Good job, baby. Keep going. You know those cute nipples of yours are one of my favorite parts of your body. Keep pleasuring them for me, my love. Don't stop until they are very erect and probably a bit red. Just like the way they look whenever I'm done sucking and teasing the hell out of them."

"That's my girl!" He commended when he heard a louder moan from her.

"Now repeat the same step for the other nipple." He instructed and she did just that.

"Ready for the next step?" He asked, She nodded. Remembering it was a voice and not a video call, she replied. "Yes, baby." Her breath was heavy.

"Good. Slowly caress your body down to your bikini area. Do it with the imagination of me showering soft kisses all over your body. Do not touch your pussy until I tell you so."

"Okay!" Mia swallowed painfully and got to work. The more she moaned, the more Colton spoke dirty to her which made her moan even more.

"Colt, please!" She said with her chest rising and falling.

"What do you want, my love?" He whispered seductively, trying to act all innocent.

.............End of Excerpt................

Standing before the glass-walled window in his office, with his right hand tucked in his pocket and left hand holding his phone to his left ear, Colton Royal made conversations with the person on the other side.

A couple of minutes into the conversation, Colt heard someone enter his office without knocking. He tore his eyes away from the outside view before him, to take a glance at who that was. Upon seeing his younger brother, Caleb, badge into his office with a smirk on his face and both hands in his pockets, Colton threw him a glare, then turned his attention back to his phone call which took a few minutes.

Seeing that his elder brother was on the phone, discussing business, Caleb swallowed his words. He went straight to the visitors' area of the office which was opposite Colton's desk and comfortably took a seat on the couch as though he was the owner of the office. With one leg crossed over the other, he reached for his phone in his jacket pocket and decided to keep himself company with it.

Soon enough, Colt ended the conversation with the person he was discussing with. Turning around, he scoffed when he saw Caleb typing away on his phone with a sly smile on his face. He could bet on his life that his younger brother was chatting with some girl. Some girl who would eventually get her heart broken by Caleb Royal. As far as Colton knew, Caleb switches girlfriends just like the way he changes his shoes. One minute, he's so crazy over a lady, and the next minute, he's giving a million reasons why he's done with her.

Colton's voice came through, making Caleb look up from his phone. "Will you ever learn how to knock?" He said, making his way to his workspace. He placed his phone on the desk, then settled on the chair.

"Sorry bro, I got carried away!" He got up from where he was seated, then went to occupy the chair opposite Colton's desk.

"You give the same excuse every time!"

"C'mon Colt, Don't get all grumpy. We are brothers after all and it's not as if you've got anything to hide." He said without a care in the world.

"I'm the boss and I make the rules. Let this be the last time you come into my office without knocking. And if you know you can't knock, just stay away!"

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