Farewell My First Love

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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Verena Wheeler found herself in a challenging situation when she attended her boyfriend Blaine Yates's engagement party, only to discover that she was not the intended fiancee.

Despite the awkwardness, Blaine seemed unperturbed and even raised a toast to Verena upon her arrival.

In a moment of frustration, Verena resorted to drowning her sorrows in alcohol and ended up wrapping her arms around the waist of Blaine's brother, Jeffrey Yates.

"Are you certain you want to kiss me? Do you realize who I am?" Jeffrey asked.

Despite her intoxicated state, Verena couldn't help but find Jeffrey captivating. With misty eyes, she acknowledged his attractive features and enchanting voice, making it difficult for her to resist.

As she looked up at Jeffrey, Verena declared, "I can see you clearly. You are Blaine's brother, Jeffrey!"

Jeffrey held a significant position as the president of SwiftGlide International, a key player in the southern economy.

"Are you certain you still want to kiss me?" Jeffrey inquired in a magnetic and hoarse voice, his expression squinted in contemplation.

Verena playfully traced the contours of his Adam's apple, a move she had picked up from a video tutorial.

"Yes, I have my hands on your waist. Don't you feel the tension? Are you impotent?"

Verena reasoned that if Blaine could become engaged to another woman, then why couldn't she explore intimate encounters with someone else?

Men were never immune to such situations, especially considering her appealing features—a sweet face coupled with a voluptuous figure.

In the midst of the warm and charged atmosphere, Jeffrey found himself surprisingly aroused, despite not being inherently promiscuous.

"I think I should show you whether I'm impotent or not." Jeffrey leaned in and passionately kissed Verena.

The intensity of their kiss persisted as they made their way to the car.

Inside the car, the intensity grew even more profound, bringing them to the brink of sexual release.

However, the influence of alcohol led Verena to inadvertently disclose her true intentions.

"If I can't be your wife, then I can be your sister-in-law!" she declared with a hint of mischief.

Her revelation abruptly halted Jeffrey's advances.

After a moment of contemplation, he leaned against the driver's seat and lit a cigarette. Arching an eyebrow, he questioned, "So, are you seeking revenge by throwing yourself at me?"

Verena, feeling the weight of the awkwardness, found herself almost sobering up.

Yet, instead of attempting to defend herself, she opted for a lighthearted response. "Will you be my accomplice in this endeavor?"

"No ties between us, don't even think about it!" Jeffrey playfully pinched her cheek and curtly ordered, "Step out of the car."

Verena had anticipated such a response. After all, Jeffrey was the coveted match for numerous young women from esteemed families, and others sought him solely for carnal pursuits.

Verena, she acknowledged, was inconsequential in his world.

As she awkwardly exited the car, the silver-gray Maserati swiftly departed, leaving a trail of dust lingering in her mouth.

This abrupt dismissal brought Verena back to sobriety, making her realize the impropriety of her actions.

Blaine, her current lover, stood between her and Jeffrey, and the close call she just had with his brother was quite ludicrous.

Fortuitously, Verena considered herself spared from any further interaction with Jeffrey.

Yet, fate had other plans, as she unexpectedly crossed paths with him again the very next day.

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