The Return of Lord

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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Adrianna Rodriguez's Point of View:

Ding! Ding!

I jumped out of my sleep at the sound of my alarm. I slowly got out of bed with a huge smile on my face. Now you all must be wondering what the hell is wrong with me?

So let me clear the air. I am not a morning person but the fact that today is my birthday and also my three months anniversary with my boyfriend Jeremy I'm entitled to a little craziness.

I am happy and nervous at the same time. Happy because its my birthday and nervous because of the anniversary.

Slapping a hand on the alarm button to shut it off I crossed my room and entered my adjoining bathroom. I took up my toothbrush and toothpaste and began to brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth I just stood there staring at the mirror and my reflection.

I do this every morning for one simple fact I'm a nerd. Yes!! I said it, my name is Adrianna Rodriguez and I am a nerd. The reason for my looking in the mirror is because I have to remind myself that I am a beautiful young lady no matter what anyone else thinks.

I'm not like the typical nerd that is fat and not good looking. I actually have a great figure with curves in all the right places and I am far from ugly. I despise attention and so I hide my figure under baggy clothes and wear big ugly glasses which help me to be invisible to everyone, everyone except Jeremy.

Jeremy Johnson is the typical golden boy of our school. He does well in school and is the star basketball player. We've been together for three months now and I couldn't be happier. My best friends Katy and Matt have warned me about being with but he was just so sweet to me that I didn't care for their warning.

Moving away from the mirror I grabbed an elastic band and wrapped around my hair so that it wouldn't get wet. Stripping off my clothes I took a quick shower and stepped out of the bath instantly wrapping a towel around me and drying off.

With a contented sigh I walked into my room and headed straight for my walk in closet. I may not show my figure to anyone at school but I have a lot of amazing clothes inside of my closet mainly because of my mother who is a fashion designer. I only plan on showing my true self in senior year which is next year.

To keep up my nerdy act I grabbed a baggy white T-shirt and black skinny jeans with a black converse. Quickly changing into the clothes I freed my hair from the elastic band and ran my hand through the wavy locks. I decided to just put my hair in a ponytail like I do everyday. I grabbed my bag and phone walking down the stairs.

I went into the kitchen shocked to see that my brother was already awake and ready for school.

"Hey Michael"

"Hey," he replied lifting his head from the plate of pancakes only to stuff a piece more into his mouth.

"How are you up so early?" I asked in wonder cause he's never up early.

Swallowing a sip of orange he flashed me is famous smile, "it's your birthday so I'm gonna drive you to school"

"Really," I asked internally jumping in excitement.

His car is literally the love of my life. He's got a black Lamborghini. Now you must be wondering how did he convince my parents to buy him a car that expensive. It's quite simple actually he used the oldest trick in the book.

Compromise? No

Do chores around the house? Nope

Get a job of his own? Hell no

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