Always in your arms

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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SABRINA'S POV

I was running out of breath when I entered the elevator of the company I was working in. I woke up late because I stayed awake last night and could not remember when I slept. Gosh, I am sure Sir Anderson will scold me for being tardy. As the elevator opened, I immediately ran to my work cubicle and checked the clock. Shoot, I am three minutes late.

My co-worker commented, "Oh jeez, girl, you looked like you were passing out," when she noticed me.

"Almost. I woke up late," I explained while struggling for air.

"Why? Have you had dinner with your boyfriend last night?" my co-worker maliciously asked.

"Yeah, that wasn't the reason. I was exhausted from accompanying Sir Anderson to his meetings yesterday," I responded.

"It is tough to be the CEO's secretary. Look at yourself; you seem sluggish," my co-worker jokingly commented.

"There is no sense in making myself beautiful; there is already someone who fell into my charm," I replied, then started laughing. The comment made my co-worker laugh as well.

"You're driving me crazy, girl. Make yourself presentable, and Sir Anderson may call you later in his office. Apparently, he arrived before you," she said, shocking me.

"What?" My heart nearly dropped, but I managed to calm myself down.

Oh, no! I can now be confident that he will scold me. Argh! I saw my co-worker attempt to speak, but she immediately froze. Her eyes were also filled with nervousness as she looked at me. Seeing where she was looking caused me to turn around, which I immediately regretted.

"In my office!" Sir Anderson ordered coldly, and he walked away. He returned to his office. Since I knew he wouldn't want to wait for a long time, I managed to stand up despite my nervousness.

"Good luck, girl!" She encouraged me before heading back to her cubicle. A sigh escaped my lips as I walked toward Sir Anderson's office. I knocked on the door three times.

"Come in!" I heard him exclaim, so I rushed in.

I caught him standing near the glass window while talking to someone on his phone. Keeping my feet firmly on the ground, I moved closer to his table.

"All right, Mr Hudson. We will handle that for you. Thank you." He said this before ending the call with whomever he spoke with.

With his symmetrical jawline and straight face, he looked at me. Women are drawn to his brown eyes, which are a great attraction.

"Stop daydreaming, Miss Cruz. As I enjoyed the view, he coldly interrupted me, swiveling into his chair and abruptly sitting down.

"I apologize, Sir!" I lowered my head quickly in embarrassment.

"You know I cannot resist you if you keep staring at me that way," he pointed out, making me glance at him. Grinning widely at me. "What do you need, and why did you call me here, sir?" His wide grin disappeared when I asked seriously.

"I just wanna check out my schedule for the day. You know, I am a bit drained because of what happened yesterday." His eyes gleamed seductively at me.

"Stop being flirty. We are in the office," I replied to deter him from acting mischievously.

"Psh, so impatient. So, my schedule today is as follows?" He pouted shortly before asking. Then he raised his left eyebrow.

"You have a meeting with the Marketing department at 9:30 AM, then a meeting with the sales department at 1:30 PM. Lastly, dinner with your parents and the Hudson Family," I spoke immediately while reading what was in my journal.

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