Shattered Vows Hidden Truth

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.

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Episode 1

Mr Johnson's POV

"Nurse,where is my wife?, how is she?,what about my baby?" I asked the nurse, fidgeting a bit as she was coming out of the theatre

"Calm down and exercise more patience sir, she will be okay"she answered as she approached me.

"For how long,huh?,it's been five hours ,five good hours, and you are telling me to calm down?" I asked anxiously, getting angry a bit.

"Please sir ,calm down,we are trying our best" the nurse answered and left immediately.

I went back to the hospital bench and sat down furiously, I prayed silently for my wife and child to be in safe hands.Have lost eight children already, i can't afford to lose another. They all died due to unfortunate circumstance, I pray this one come out safely

The doctor walked to me and said "Sir,can we talk in my office?" bringing me out of my deep thought.I looked at him,he wasn't smiling, I couldn't figure out what his expressions meant

"Can we?,he said leading the way as I followed behind, confused.

I hope its not what I'm thinking.

" Have your sit sir"he said, gesturing me to sit as we entered his office.I sat down quietly ready to hear the bomb shell.

"We lost the baby"He voiced out

I ran mad immediately " what? did I hear you say you lost my child?" I asked and stood up with rage and grabbed his lab coat collar "how could you be so careless doctor, how could you?"

"We are sorry,we tried our best but she couldn't make it" he said,calmly

I sank down on my chair "my baby"I said as I cried out bitterly, noooo.

"Take heart sir"he said trying to console me.

I brought out my handkerchief and wipe off my nose .

I sniffed and said "how is my wife?" after finding my voice

"She's perfectly alright ,she needs rest".

I just bend my head in pain with so many thoughts running in my mind " not again, how long will this last? What have I done to deserve this pain? Another child gone? This pain is too much for me to bear

I raised my head with tears dropping from my eyes "This is the ninth child I'm losing doctor, was I destined to not have a child?" I said to the doctor in tears

" What? Ninth child? This is very painful" He said, looking shocked

" Yes doctor,very painful" I said, still in tears

He heive and said " I can help you"

"Help me?how?" I asked, confused.

"A woman gave birth to a set of twins few minutes ago" He said

"So?"I asked, wiping my tears with my handkerchief

"Let's switch the babies"

"What?, you want to exchange my dead baby with hers? that's an heartless thing to do" I said,in a low and sober voice not buying the idea at all

"I'm trying to help your family, your wife cannot give birth anymore, her heart is weak and any bad news given to her might endanger her life,I know u wouldn't want that, would u?" He said

I sat down quietly thinking of what he said. I love my wife,i can't endanger her life, she's my life, I depend on her.she's all I have gotten. I looked at the doctor, he was busy checking out the documents, but I think his mind is on me. He's so heartless ,I know he must have been doing this type of stuffs. I scorned under my breath, how could he be so comfortable exchanging people's babies, God will punish him.God will punish you too, a voice in me echoed, you are also doing this job with him,the voice came again. I'm saving my wife .Gosh,God please forgive me.I have no other choice.

I continued checking out the doctor, he must be waiting to hear how much? ,or I agree ,or let's do it. "God!"I muttered, frustrated.

" Okay, I will do it. I have no other choice. I still love my wife and can't afford to lose her to bad news. So How much does it cost?" I finally asked, he looked up and smiled.

"20 million Naira" He answered, but this time,not smiling.

"Okay but please, don't get caught. Give me your account details, I'll forward the money to you shortly after I leave the hospital"

He nodded his head,picked a pen and wrote down his account details in a sheet of paper and handed it to me. I collected it and left his office without saying anything further

I went straight to my wife's ward,I saw her lying peacefully on the bed,her face looks pale,she must have suffered a lot. I sat on the bed, held her hands to mine

" How are you feeling now" I asked,

"I'm weak" she answered, weakly

" Please be strong" I said, still rubbing her palms. She nodded her head

I kissed her on the fore head and left the ward. I went outside ,located my car and zoomed out of the hospital building .

17 years later

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