The Alphas dangerous love

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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Here I was on my way to Queensland, Australia and yes, you heard right, Queensland, Australia. Now you must be wondering why an Arizona girl would fly to Queensland, Australia. Well, you see, my parents had unfortunately died in a car accident and their deaths were my gateway to Queensland, where I get the incredible pleasure of staying with my grandfather, who, by the way, I know nothing about.

Hooray!

I found it ridiculous, I mean I’m twenty-one, basically an adult, who can take care of myself. But this was my father’s dying wish and I wouldn’t dare to disappoint him, so here I was, sitting in an extremely uncomfortable plane next to an oversized man who all of a sudden started sweating buckets as he slept with his mouth open that howled loud snores.

Just fucking great!

Leaving my life back in Arizona was hard and honestly, I was scared, hell, I was terrified. Queensland was unknown to me, although it was my parents’ birth and hometown. But here I am on my own, traveling to a place so unknown, to live with a man that’s only been present in a fuzzy memory from when I was three. Anybody in my position would probably be scared and anxious out of their minds.

God, this is so nerve-wracking, what if he’s two-faced? What if he’s a psycho that smuggles women in exchange for drugs? Oh damn, I hope this plane crashes, I don’t want to be anyone’s slut-

“Attention! Ladies and gentlemen, your flight to Queensland will land in an hour,” the flight attendant said as I mentally groaned before a tap on the shoulder caught my attention.

“Excuse me, miss?” the man beside me called out as his voice came out shaky and nervous. Impatiently rolling my eyes, I turned to face the man as I struggled to control my facial expression, “What’s up?” I asked with raised eyebrows as the man smiled sheepishly, “Um, could you move up a bit, I need to use the bathroom,” he said as I scoffed, “Dude, didn’t you hear what she just said, we’re about to land in an hour,” I said as the man began to whine in

discomfort.

“Please, I need to-

BAZAAR!

OH. MY. GOD!!!

All of my senses immediately shut down and I felt like I was about to pass out as the deadly stench began to cave in on me.

“I’m sorry, I-

BLAAAAAR!

“OH HELL NO, GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING PLANE!” I yelled, quickly taking off my seatbelt before grabbing onto the seat in front of me as the commotion alerted the flight attendant, “Miss, what seemed to be the prob- Oh my god!” The flight attendant tried to ask but was stopped midway as she got a hold of the toxic stench, which caused her to cup her face as she backed away.

“I’m sorry,” the man said as he was on the verge of crying, “Oh would you shut the fuck up.” I snapped, as it became the worst hour of my life.

…

The plane landed and Rosalie immediately grabbed her things before leaving, all while cursing under her breath as the passing passengers glanced at her in pity.

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