SECRET BABIES FOR MY BILLIONAIRE EX HUSBAND

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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The next morning, before sunrise. Arabel woke up before Maxime who was still sleeping soundly. The woman felt there was something strange about her. Arabel slowly began to wake up when the blanket covering half of her body was opened. She saw that the clothes she was wearing were already messy.

"Oh my God! What happened to me?" Arabel said loudly. That woke up Maxime who was still asleep.

"Maxime, what happened? Why...?"

Maxime was also surprised. The man was already slightly exposed. The buttons of his shirt were no longer fastened.

"What have we done, Arabel?" continued Maxime who turned Arabel's question around.

The bed sheets were already messed up, some of their clothes were lying scattered there. There were blood stains on the white sheets and made Arabel scream.

"Maxime, this can't be happening!" she shouted.

Maxime put his hands on his head and fell wordlessly silent. He looked straight ahead, his eyes full of regret. He thought, why do all this to Arabel who was an innocent and good girl.

***

Arabel had a headache two weeks later. She didn't come out of the house for that long either. Maxime told his employees that Arabel was sick and not working. Arabel met with Maxime for office business that might be urgent. Every time she looked at Maxime, he was silent.

"Hello, I want to see you." Through a phone call, Arabel talked to Maxime.

The innocent girl invited Maxime to meet this afternoon at an apartment where Maxime lived, which was not far from his office.

The call was cut off just like that. Maxime sent her the address of his apartment which not many people knew.

Arabel arrived there on time. She went straight into Maxime's room after he gave her access to come there.

"Hi Arabel, how are you, recovering?" Maxime got up from his seat when he saw Arabel arrive.

"I don't have much to say, I just want to straighten things out," Arabel replied, sternly.

Arabel took something out of her bag. It was a long flat object and she handed it to Maxime.

"Tespek?" Maxime laughed immediately.

"Don't mess around, what did I do to you that you bought a test? What for?" He asked again.

"You forgot what happened to us that night?" Arabel asked confidently. "Don't pretend to forget I need your responsibility."

Maxime gaped. The incident two weeks ago was recalled when he and Arabel slept together.

"Are you not okay, Arabel? What happened to you?" asked Maxime.

Arabel asked Maxime to wait, because Arabel wanted to do something in the bathroom. About ten minutes passed, Arabel came out of the bathroom. She brought the long flat object again and covered it with her palm.

"What did you want to show me, Arabel? What's in your hand?" said Maxime.

Arabel opened her palm and looked slowly. She was so shocked when the two red lines on the tespek were seen directly by Arabel's eyes.

"Maxime, I'm pregnant. ...."

Arabel immediately went limp. Maxime quickly held Arabel's body so she wouldn't fall down.

"How is this? What should I do when the test shows positive?"

Maxime shook his head slowly. The man immediately fell silent when he saw that his personal assistant was pregnant because of him.

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