HIS EX WIFE CAME BACK

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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~ Chloe ~

My husband didn't love me. He didn't hate me either.

What he felt for me was worse... nothing.

A nothingness I'd gotten used to. One I'd decided to adapt with.

Until the night that changed it all.

And it started when the car came to a halt.

A guard moved to open my husband, Dale Beldson's side of the car, and I watched him emerge, revealing that full six foot four figure I'd fallen for.

What everyone had fallen for.

It was kind of hard to not drool over such a well built man.

He was the nation's most handsome man after all, physically built to perfection.

Shoulders and chest carved like crystals. Blue eyes that shone brighter than ever, then with his dark blonde hair combed and sleeked marvelously, he defined hot.

'Hot' that I fell in love with.

Love that began the moment I got to high school at fifteen, him being a senior in his final year.

Five years passed, and I couldn't stop gawking every time I got to see him.

So you must imagine how blissed out I'd have been when he approached me on my twentieth birthday, asking to marry him because he needed a wife to secure his CEO position.

Then, it had seemed perfect, but now... after two years in, with us barely speaking to each other and sex that felt like an emotionless ritual, I could say my fantasy was dying.

Still, I held onto the hope that if out of all the females that had a crush on him, he chose me, then there would still be something in there.

Some feelings he had for me, hidden somewhere, deep down.

And every day, he hadn't proven me right nor wrong.

He barely spoke to me on a daily basis.

But today, something felt off.

I got out of the car, trying to study him.

His jaw was too tight, shoulders squared more than it normally would, eyes cold and distant.

He even had a frown on.

Normally, I was used to him being cold (because, what billionaire isn't), but that afternoon, it was different.

"Is everything alright?" I had to ask once I was beside him.

Only to be greeted with a deeper frown, before he started towards the mansion.

What was wrong with him?