The Devils Deals

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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I took a deep breath as I watched the souls of those who had sinned.

"All right, turn on the fire," I ordered my companions, they obeyed and immediately increased the fire, which made the surroundings even louder because of the moaning of the people there.

"Princess Ksara, your father is calling you." Bored I looked at the caller to me, I took a deep breath then took the tail of the dragon that was next to me.

"All right, I'm on my way." I gently said, then lowering my tail and legs, I started to walk out of this room while the tail that I was holding was beating the people near me.

I breathed a sigh of relief as their noise disappeared from my hearing, deafening.

I walked upstairs to Father's room while fixing the tail of the dragon that I was holding.

Two of my father's staff opened his door, and from outside I could smell my mother's fishy smell with my sister. I was shocked to see the three of them looking at me.

"Are you calling me?" I asked and sat down on an empty seat here in front of my father.

Father smiled and then showed me a soul that was coming out of his body.

"Isn't that nice?" My father asked me, I just looked at him and waited for what he would say next.

"You're too serious Ksara." Mother said laughing as she sat on a soul without eyes.

"When did Ksara not get serious?" Alada, my sister, asked. She looked in her mirror as she sharpened her longhorn. I took a deep breath and then played with the tail I was holding.

"I'm going to punish people, you're wasting my time," I said and stood up.

"Leave it to Alada to punish the people." Said father so I looked at Alada who didn't say anything to her.

"And why?" I asked my father, smiled and clapped his hand so that he could have a piece of paper in his left hand.

"New mission for the princess," Dad said with a smile and threw the paper he was holding before me, I immediately caught it and looked at it.

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