MY EX WIFE IS A BILLIONAIRE I want her back

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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"We are getting a divorce."

I stared blankly at the paper Ethan just handed to me.

There was no way this was happening.

"Get it signed as soon as possible." He muttered again, with so much easiness that made me think I've been married to myself all this years.

Why does it seem like I was suffocating? I staggered abit.

"Is this what you want?" I managed to say to him and he nodded firmly,

I searched his eyes for anything, any hint at all to why he was doing this. But there was nothing.

I never believed Ethan could this to me. I've loved and dedicated my life to him for the past five years, even though he treated me like trash.

"Is it Mia?" I asked, my eyes getting a bit teary now.

"Yes." He replied sharply, and almost a smile could be sighted at his lips.

"I don't care about your relationship with her! like I've never cared, I've never interfered in your affairs with her! why then do you need to divorce me?!" I couldn't hold my tears anymore as it began strolling down freely.

"I will give you anything you want." He muttered.

"We could work this out, our marriage was out of love. We can make this work again. I love you Ethan and you know it." I muttered, my voice tearing apart now, my whole world was sinking,.

"Ethan? we can do this."

"A million dollars, I'll give you a million dollars,."

My heart sank at his response.

I could see his mind was already made up, nothing could be done now.

I sniffed in painfully and left his presence, with the papers in my hand getting squized by my palm as if that could help my marriage.

When I was completely out of sight, I squatted down, allowing my tears strolling down freely as I cried my eyes out. I had never imagined my marriage could reach this point. The thought of being separated from Ethan for the rest our lives twitched my chest I couldn't stop the tears.

When I was done, I stood up slowly, picking my belongings, the one that was mostly necessary.

I quickly removed the pyjamas and wore one of my gowns.

Then picked some of my shoes and packed it all in my box. When I was done I dragged my box along with me, trying hard to not shed more tears. For the past three years of my life after Mia came back, it has being from tears to fighting hard to be seen. It was time to let go now.

When I got to the living room, Mia stood, a sarcastic smirk playing at her lips which disappeared immediately she sighted my husband.

On a normal day, I could've let that slide, but what was the point now? Ethan already kicked me out, I could relieve some burden from my mind.

I let go of my bag's handle, and fiercely dashed towards her, I sent several slaps to her face.

Her expression was priceless, it brought joy to my heart, she never expected I'd do something like that. I've always tolerated her sh!t cos of Ethan, but today I didn't give a damn anymore.

She screamed in pain as I refused to let go of her hair.

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