The Journey Of Us

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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"What wedding gown did you think look more better?"

"I like the long one laced with diamonds better!" Samantha Cruz said to her mother in a house with just the two of them.

She was laying on the sofa with her head placed on her mother's lap. One can tell the mother and daughter had a really tight bond.

"Why are you even asking me? You look like you made your decision already." Her mother Ema Cruz replied and she chuckled widely.

"Even so, you should still make some guesses." she shrugged as she scrolled through her gallery with varieties of wedding gown images on them.

"You're really excited, Mrs Cruz or should I say Erwin?" Her mother teased.

"That'll be in a week's time. You can call me that in a week's time, for now... Let me hear "Cruz" all I can!" Samantha said and her mom nodded.

"Come to think of it, who buys their wedding gown a week before the wedding?" Her mother suddenly brought up making her seat up instantly.

"If you're that concerned then, you should have bought it. That's why I have a mom! If I am busy you should take care of that. It's not like I have a friend to take care of that for me", she snapped at her mom who smacked her head immediately.

"What for mom?" She whined and held on to her head with pouty lips.

"Then get yourself a friend, I'm not your errand girl, you know!" Her mother snapped in return.

They were in that position for a while staring into each other's face and they both bursted into sudden laughter.

"It's so nice seeing you smile again, Sam. I'm so worried about you all this time, I thought you'll never break out of your shell because of your father cold murder."

"You suddenly turn dark hearted back then, you rarely eat, you don't even laugh, you rarely talk! Same as your sister."

"I thought I was going to lose both of my daughters, thanks for coming back to me Samantha! Mom is really grateful!" Ema Cruz, who suddenly got emotional after seeing her daughter's happy smile, said to Samantha.

"Katrina will come back to us as well. She indulged herself in the investigation days and nights, that was why she took up the cop profession."

"She's not letting go of her resentment and she keeps on losing herself every day. I lost my cute daughter to researching of violent crime and cold murder case... So, this mother feels aggravated! However... I have you Samantha."

"I would have ended my life, if you two grew up the same way. Thank you!" Her mother added and Samantha dived into her arms immediately.

"Mom, sometimes I feel like a bad daughter for neglecting my own father's murder case. But seeing how Katrina is really indulged in it, I feel like that's more than enough. Katrina will be fine... She's gonna be okay! I'll never leave you again so, worry not!" She soothed her mother.

Ema felt the sincerity in her daughter's hug and a joyful tear escaped her eyes which she wiped immediately as they disengaged from the hug.

"How's Ryan? I haven't seen him in a while." Ema suddenly brought up trying to brush the painful topic behind.

"He's fine, he asked_ _

Samantha was about to say when her phone started ringing.

"Speak of the devil!" She smiled and waved the phone at her mother's face as the caller turned out to be Ryan.

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