Mr Waltson Refrain Yourself

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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A "bang" sound.

The door of the villa was kicked open, and the maid, who was cleaning, got anxious, and looked nervously at the person coming in.

The man was already soaked, holding a comatose woman in his arms. Ignoring the eyes of others, he walked towards the bathroom step by step. As he moved gracefully, full drops of water dripped from the wet hair on his forehead to the woman's face, and then slowly hit the expensive floor along the corner of the woman's eyes.

"Williams ... Young Master Herbert Williams..." The maid stiffened.

Anyone who knew Herbert knew his taboos: women ... no, as long as they were heterosexual creatures, it was impossible to get close to him within one meter, not to mention holding a woman who was a wet and unconscious woman ...

There were so many women who didn't know their terrible consequences of getting close to Herbert, and she didn't dare to recall their endings.

It's just ... who was this woman now?

"Young Master Williams, let me do it."

Let her stand by and watch the young master wait for a woman to take a bath. This picture was so amazing that she dare not look at it! "Go out."Herbert's voice was cold, and it sounded terrifying.

After hearing the sound of opening and closing the door, Herbert's stern eyesight turned slightly soft.

Looking down at the woman in his arms, he became more tender and affectionate.

He took off the woman's pajamas and underwear which had already been soaked and then carefully placed her in a bath full of hot water, washing away the coldness of her body in person.

The woman's skin was fair, and there was a conspicuous scar across her waist. Herbert gazed at her from her waist to the pale corner of her mouth with his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled and wistful eyesight.

After a moment, he leaned down and gently kissed her pale and bloodless lips, gently sucking.

When the woman woke up, it was already noon the next day. Staring at the strange ceiling and sitting up in horror, she instantly felt a severe headache.

Shaking her head and looking at the strange clothes on her body, she jumped off the bed in surprise. However, her feet were so painful that she almost stumbled to fall down.

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