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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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"Hey, newbie. Come here quickly." That voice just made Calista move quickly toward her.

"You clean up the table there, the main thing is that the table has to be clean because there are VIP customers who will come." Appoint a woman three years older than her.

Calista, who is a restaurant waitress and has only worked for two days at that place, must obey. The one who just ordered her is not the owner of the restaurant, but her senior who is also a waitress there.

Calista quickly cleaned the table, suddenly a man at the next table accidentally touched her buttocks, causing Calista to spontaneously turn around and reprimand him.

"Sorry sir, that's not polite." She threw it so that the people at the table turned to look at her in unison.

" What are you saying? I didn't do anything to you, don't accuse me recklessly." Answer the man with an innocent face.

"Just now you touched my ass, that's an act of impolite." Calista tried to stay calm even though she didn't want to admit it.

“See, this servant is accusing me recklessly.” The man provoked his friends to blame Calista, and all eyes were now on her.

"Hey miss, watch what you say. We are all regular customers at this restaurant, and we are married men. Women like you are not even to our taste. " One of them attempted to defend.

The commotion made by Calista made the place crowded, even the restaurant manager came out to finish it. Because the man did not want to confess until the end, Calista was asked to apologize to him.

"But I wasn't wrong." Calista said trying to convince the manager.

"Calista, I'm sorry." Cut the manager firmly.

Calista clenched her fists tightly, then she looked at the man's face while bowing her head.

"Sorry sir, I admit I was wrong." Calista said full of compulsion.

After apologizing and all the problems have been resolved, Calista returns to complete her task. And just as she was about to turn back, the man deliberately touched her butt again.

“You son of a bitch.” Calista hit the man on the head with an old rag and made everyone look at her in surprise.

"Calisa, what are you doing?" Said the restaurant manager who returned to see the woman's behavior.

"I've been trying to be patient, first you accused me of lying even though you did it. And now you're doing it again you think I'm going to stay quiet, huh?” Calista was so furious that she pulled the man's collar so hard.

"Take your hands off him." Said one of his friends.

Calista turned and looked at them one by one with a scary look, all of them didn't dare to move anymore and neither did the man who was still in Calista's arms.

"Now apologize, or I will smash your face." Calista threats made him look like a demon now.

"S-sorry, I admit I was wrong." The man said in a trembling voice.

"Calista, you've disturbed the atmosphere in this restaurant." The manager looked at her seriously.

"I quit, without you telling me I will quit this stupid job." Calista took off her apron and immediately headed to the locker room to get her things.

“AAKHHHHHHHHH, damn it.” Calista shouted as she was on the street until everyone around her was shocked and stared at her in shock.

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