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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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He turned her over and, balancing her legs around his waist, he slid into her again, locking lips with her to suppress her moans.

“Fuck!" She managed to breathe in pleasure. The slapping sounds grew faster, and she dug her perfectly manicured fingers into his back.

Then he pulled out, releasing his semen to the ground, then he tossed her onto the already ruffled bed and stared at her. Lustful smiles spread across their faces as they looked at themselves.

He got on top of her and took her breast in his mouth, caressing her nipple with his tongue while his hand squeezed the other breast. Then he slid down, and she released a gasp as she felt his tongue inside her.

Her body shook at the third orgasm. “You are way better than your friend," he said as he exchanged his lips with his fingers, thrusting deep inside her as he looked into her eyes, his manhood erect beneath him.

“How many times are you going to remind me?” she replied, a disgusting grin playing on her lips.

Maren blinked back her tears as she walked down the aisle, trying to contain her anger at what she had just watched on the hotel's security footage.

She loved this man… well, used to, and he had repaid her with sleeping with her slutty best friend. They didn't even respect the fact that it was her day, her wedding day!

Gladly, the veil shielded away the fact that her makeup was already half damaged from the tears she had shed while she watched that atrocity.

Through the veil, she could make out his smiling face at the altar, waiting patiently for her to get to where he stood. If not for the flowers she held, she wanted to clench her fists so badly.

How could someone cheat so boldly?

Getting to the altar, the priest began- reading words that she didn't care to listen to. All she was focused on was the disgusting cheat before her and the occasional cheer she got from her best friend like she was in support of her wedding, as if she didn't let her fiance pound her a few hours ago.

“…In sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do," he replied, maintaining his broad smile.

Then it was her turn to reply. He left the question hanging as she was now really furious hearing the way he had confidently said I do. The entire guests fell silent, waiting for her to reply.

She just stood there staring at him, fuming. She had initially planned to forgive him after the wedding, but not after dealing with her best friend. But now, she is starting to rethink it.

“Fuck this," she said and without warning, her hand landed hard on his face, earning gasps from different angles of the hall. She threw away her bouquet and tore off her veil, then traced her way through the guests to where her best friend sat.

“You whore!” She said and ripped her bridesmaid dress in two. “Since you go around fucking other people's fiances, why don't you make it a profession?" She raged.

"Maren!” her mom screamed.

The entire hall was thrown into commotion as everyone watched the wet eyes bride accuse her best friend of sleeping with her husband.

“Maren, what are you doing?" Irene said innocently, trying to cover up her body with what was left of her clothes.

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