Cyber Love and Identity Crisis in Romance

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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She was an angel while he was as ferocious as a demon. Was it a mistake from the beginning when two people from utterly different backgrounds crossed paths for the first time?

In the dark, a silhouette of two figures drifted in the shadows.

Hannah Song faced the man hiding in the darkness with vacant eyes and asked, "Brian... Mmmm... Do you love me?"

No response was heard. The man didn't stop his rhythmic movement.

Hannah found it hard to concentrate, but she couldn't afford to miss the chance. This was her perfect opportunity to get that most awaited promise while Brian was lost in the pleasure of lovemaking. "Brian, will you... marry me?"

"Sure," Brian Long answered in a low and seductive voice, which gave her a sense of casual coldness. His tone sounded slightly oppressive in this dark room with a subtly strange atmosphere.

"Really?" Her eyes lit up immediately as she asked with sheer excitement.

"However, you are not good enough for me."

Before Hannah could even figure out what he meant by that cruel statement, the room was brightened up all of sudden. She closed her eyes instinctively, and when she reopened them, her smile of happiness and satisfaction vanished into thin air.

She turned to the other side and saw Brian, dressed properly, sitting comfortably on a chair with legs crossed while watching her full of scorn.

Horrified, Hannah couldn't believe what just happened. Yelling and shaking uncontrollably, she screamed, "Why did you do this to me?"

"Why?" Brian's eyes reflected nothing but intense anger and coldness, and his voice sounded merciless as he spoke. "Was it really you that night?"

Hearing this, Hannah felt her face drained out of color as panic crept in. Frightened to death, she looked at Brian and spoke in a trembling voice, "What... what are you talking about?"

Brian didn't answer. Instead, he looked down and images of Molly Xia began to flash across his mind. Her innocent and beautiful face seemed to remind him how distant and unreachable she was.

Brian sneered in a deep sulk. Hannah wanted him badly, while on the contrary, Molly was very elusive, always running away from him.

As if being pierced with a needle, he felt a sharp pain in his heart just thinking about it.

'Molly Xia, did you really want to leave me so desperately that you even brought another woman into my life?'

Brian squinted. His beautifully deep-set eyes gave him a relaxed yet sharp look. Uncrossing his legs, he stood up slowly and walked to Hannah.

Hannah felt an aura of violence and danger drawing near. She trembled helplessly and couldn't help but pull back until she felt the wall against her. There was no way out.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Brian asked calmly. But those who knew him well would tell the hidden danger in his calmness.

Hannah shook her head blankly. Still shaking in terror and intimidated by his imposing manner, she was reacting all by instinct.

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