Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

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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"I feel so bad..."

The lights in the room were dimmed down, but it was still easy to see the girl's slender figure. She laid on the sheets in a lazy manner, instantly grabbing Kerr Graham's attention.

"Say it! Who let you inside here?!"

He could not clearly see what the girl looked like, but it was easy to discern that she was a beauty. Approaching the bed, Kerr lifted up her chin to get a better look at who was this mysterious woman on his bed. In the next second, the woman suddenly jumped up and put her arms around his neck, panting heavily as if she was trying to catch at a straw.

"Please... Help me..."

The way she clung on to him and breathed heavily beside his ear made Kerr loose it. He couldn't tolerate it any longer!

Kerr grew up in a rich family, and had seen and done a lot of bad and dark things. It wasn't a big deal for him to take advantage of this poor and seemingly drugged girl.

'Anyone who is able to enter my room must have been instructed to get this woman for me. Is this something to cheer me up?' he thought with a devious smile on his lips.

Kerr leaned over and kissed the girl without hesitation.

Ring... ring!

Nicole Morgan's eyes fluttered open, awakening from the alarm on her phone that rang every morning. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to sit up and turn off the alarm, but she suddenly felt that there was something wrong...

'W...why am I naked? And, who- who's this man sleeping beside me?!' Nicole's hand went to her mouth as she tried to suppress her scream.

Rubbing her temples, she tried to recall the series of events that happened to her yesterday.

'Okay... I remember Gregory telling me that he had a surprise for me, and told me to wait for him at the hotel. Then Fiona poured me a glass of water.... and I drank that...

Then... that's when I started to get dizzy and was taken to this room!' Nicole's eyes widened in shock. She had long suspected that there was something going on between her boyfriend and her best friend -- Gregory Robinson and Fiona Finch. Even so, she never thought that they would plot against her like this!

Nicole got out of bed and got dressed quickly, intent on finding Gregory and Fiona. Just when she was about to leave, she looked back at the sleeping man on the bed. Even though she was drugged, he still asked her many times last night if what he was doing was okay. For Nicole, he was fairly innocent.

'He's quite good-looking!' Nicole thought to herself as she looked at his sharp features. 'Well... since he's so handsome, I guess I'm not totally at loss here, ' Nicole shrugged. Then, she took out some money from her bag and put it by the bed. Afterwards, she quietly left.

With no time to waste, Nicole got on a taxi and headed straight to Gregory's home. During the car ride, she imagined countless possibilities of what awaited her there. But when she finally got there, it was still a great blow for her.

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