BEACON

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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Ethan Miller stared at me with his eyes full of disgust. Those baby blue eyes that I love so much were now cold and hard. He hated me with all of his beings and was never afraid to let me know.

"Faggot," he hissed. He wasn't too creative when it came to name calling that's for sure.

"What did I do this time, Ethan?" I tried to keep my composure as his eyes bored into mine. His handsome face was twisted into a frown. A few students walked by and saw us but didn't say anything. Instead, they stood there and watched from a distance.

Brian Green stepped in. He was one of Ethan's current best friends who enjoyed tormenting me on his behalf. Behind him were Allen and James.

"I'll tell you what you did, asshole. I saw you staring at our dicks in the locker room. And this wasn't the first time you did that. Fucking pervert," Brian spit on the floor.

"You guys flatter yourselves too much. There wasn't much to stare at," I shrugged and tried to wiggle myself out of Ethan's grasp, but he was too strong.

"Don't give me that bullshit, Corey. I've seen you stare at me several times in the past, fucking homo. And I'm sick of it. It's time I teach you a lesson," Ethan snarled.

It wasn't like he was wrong. I did have a crush on Ethan since we were in middle school. He had a nicely built body with chiseled abs, gorgeous blue eyes, and a sharp jaw. He was beautiful, like a Greek statue. Too bad, he was so ugly on the inside now.

He wasn't always like this. In fact, we grew up together as friends. Our mothers grew up with each other back when there were in high school, so we became playmates as kids. I thought we'd be best friends forever.

Everything changed when we started high school, and he became taller and better looking. He joined the football team and changed completely. He didn't want to associate with me...the pale, skinny average looking Corey Price.

Girls at our school loved him, and he earned the reputation of a player. Soon, we stopped talking, but by that time, it was too late for me. I had already developed feelings for him and had to settle admiring him from a distance. I thought I was doing a great job hiding it, but his friends noticed me pining over him and turned him against me. So guess what? Now I'm their favorite punching bag.

Lucky me.

"Are you listening to me? Hellooo anyone home?" Ethan barked and knocked on my forehead.

"So what if I did? I've always liked you, and I'm not ashamed," I said determinedly. I don't know where I was getting my courage from, but I regretted it instantly. I could already anticipate the pain as I imagined his fist on my face.

"You like me," his question sounded more like a statement. I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes for a split second. Something other than hatred. Maybe he liked me too and was too afraid to admit it.

But it was only for a second, and his eyes turned cold again.

"Yes, Ethan. I've never tried to keep it a secret, nor did I asked you to return my feelings, so what's the point of doing this? Just let me go," I said desperately.

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