Secrets of the hearts

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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"I feel like I'm being pulled in two different directions. My heart belongs to Alex, but my boss, Jake, is offering me a life I never thought I'd have. Is it wrong to want both love and security? Am I being selfish? I think about my family, my mom and my younger siblings relying on me. Jake's offer could change everything for them. But what about Alex? He's been in a relationship with me since college and I love him. Can I really throw that away?"

As Sophia sat on her couch, lost in thought, her friend Nicole knocked and came in almost immediately since the door was half opened. She walked in and plopped down beside her.

"Hey, girl! What's going on? You look like you're a million miles away."

Sophia blinked, refocusing on the present. "Just thinking about life, you know? Trying to figure some things out." Nicole raised an eyebrow."Spill the beans. What is on your mind?"

"Sophia,what's going on? You have been distant lately. Is everything okay with you and Alex?"

Sophia signed looking away. "Everything is okay. It's just.....my boss Jake. I like him and I don't know what to do."

Nicole's expression turned serious. "Girl, you can't seriously be considering this. You're in a relationship with Alex. He's a great guy.

What about your feelings for him?"

"I'm thinking of getting a new TV," Sophia said, trying to change the topic.

Nicole raised an eyebrow. "A new TV? Really? That's not what you were just thinking about."

"Sophia,don't try to brush this off,what's going on with your boss? You have barely known this boss of yours."

"Speak of the devil," Nicole muttered under her breath as Jake walked into the room.

"Hey, Jake. Long time no see," Nicole said with a friendly smile.

Jake returned the smile. "Hey!, Yeah, been busy. How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks for asking," Nicole replied, her tone polite but slightly reserved, before Sophia chimed in about Jake's gifts.

Nicole's eyes flicked to the shopping bag in Sophia's hands. "Oh, nice of you, Jake. Anyway, I should get going. Nice running into you, Jake."

"Wait, what's going on here? How often does he visit Sophia's apartment? Has Sophia been telling me the whole story?" Nicole thought to herself, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Jake's interaction with Sophia.

"Whoa, okay, I think I'm going to give you two some space," she said, quickly standing up and grabbing her purse. "I'll catch up with you later, Soph."

Nicole shot Sophia a "we'll talk later" look before heading out the door, leaving Sophia and Jake alone in the apartment.

Jake sat down on the couch, looking around the apartment before focusing on Sophia, who was busy examining the contents of the shopping bag. "So, how's your day been?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at her.

"By the way stop forgetting to close your door all the time anybody can walk in without knocking" He reminded her as he has told her before.

Sophia looked up from the shopping bag, a hint of defensiveness in her tone. "I know, I know, you've told me before. I'll try to be more careful."

Sophia walked over to Jake, sitting down beside him on the couch, and leaned in to give him a gentle hug. "Thanks for looking out for me," she said softly, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "I really appreciate it."

The warmth of their bodies melded together as they held each other tightly, the air thick with emotion.

"I've missed you so much," Jake said.

"I've missed you too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"More than I thought I would," Jake admitted, his eyes locked on hers.

Sophia smiled softly. "I'm glad."

"I'm starving," Sophia said, pulling away slightly. "Want to make some lunch with me?"

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