Revenge after Rebirth

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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Dawn Clinton is an adopted child who has lived her entire life as the shadow of her adoptive sister, Spring Clinton.

However, like a blessing, she was married to the richest CEO in the city who was supposed to be her sister's fiancé six years ago.

Although she was the replacement for her sister and her husband is yet to accept her fully. After six years of marriage, she can't deny the fact that she has been happier. She couldn't have been happier than she is now.

She was gifted with an adorable son after two years of marriage. Tomorrow he is going to be 4 years old. She can't stop planning the birthday party.

However, to add a cherry on top, Dawn now looks at the pregnancy test on her hand.

Her face turns red and warm. She can't help but feel excited to see her husband as soon as possible and surprise him with the big news.

"Madam! It's time for Young Master to attend his piano lesson!" Her son's nanny, who has been working since he was a baby, knocks on the door.

"Coming!" Dawn shouts from the bathroom and hides the pregnancy kit under the brush holder. She hurriedly enters her son's room and looks around. But he is nowhere to be found.

"Nancy! Where is Asher? He isn't in his room!" She grabs the phone and walks out of her son's room." Did you see him playing in the garden again? I told that kid not to go to the garden at this hour!"

Rubbing her forehead, she walks towards the Garden. Nancy in the meantime goes around the yard and pool area. All the workers are on break after decorating the hall room and a load of work for tomorrow's party. They'll be returning home tomorrow early in the morning for preparation. So, Only Nancy and Dawn are the ones who need to search for him.

Dawn has full confidence that she will find her naughty boy in the garden. He likes to plant flower plants. Like his paternal grandpa, he has embraced it as his hobby.

Also Dawn can't deny that she has been enabling him with a lot of more plants so that he can enjoy greening the yard.

However, as Dawn looks around, calling Asher repeatedly, she finds no response at all.

The painful sting in her heart gives her a cruel alert.

"Nancy!!!" She shouts, seeing Nancy's back behind the fountain on the yard. " Go to the Monitor room and see where he is! right now!"

Nancy rushes inside like a bird, trying to catch up with her breath as well.

Dawn feels nauseous and lightheadedness at some point after looking for her son. She gasps to suck some air in and calm herself. Her belly hurts as well. But she can't help but feel horrible. A mother's heart knows these feelings. It's bad. She can't help but shake constantly.

"Ma'am! There is no one around. No footage of Young Master leaving the house either!"

Hearing her words, Dawn's stomach churns. She runs inside, thinking he must be stuck in some closet or study rooms.

Holding her breath, she looks around everywhere, from the closet to the secret library that her husband has behind his actual library. Everywhere, bathroom to kitchen, rooftop to basement. Everywhere. But she can't find her adorable son who never leaves her side for a few seconds. He likes gardening. But there is no way he will leave. The main gate has CCTV as well. Then why?

Unable to stand after searching everywhere for an hour, Dawn collapses. Her eyes slowly shed the tears that she has been holding. She slowly reaches out to her phone and search for the name registered as "My Love"

She presses the calling button as drop of tears falling on the screen. "Please - Please pick up!"

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