Faithfully Yours

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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ALESSIA'S POV

A sob escaped my lungs as I dragged my feet down the silent road of Tuscany, Italy.

The cold air hit my skin, causing a shiver to grip my body but I didn't stop walking.

Walking with an empty head with no destination in mind was a disaster, but who cares?

All I wanted was to get away from this fucked up world, my fiancé and my supposed best friend.

Being a doctor, I had thought my life was the most perfect on Earth, maybe because I had peace of mind and everything I needed in my life.

But guess what?

I was totally wrong.

Life was just being easy on me because I had no idea what was coming.

Many nurses and junior doctors at the hospital I worked, called me a role model, but at the moment, my life was nothing close to perfection.

It was messed up and I don't think I can trust anyone again.

This world was fucked up.

Trying hard not to reminisce about the scene I met earlier at my supposed best friend's place, but hell, it wasn't easy to forget such a traumatising scene.

Not now, or ever.

My tears weren't making it easy either, it kept falling uncontrollably and sobs after sobs followed.

I had no destination since I had no family or anyone to rely on.

I had just two people in my life, but they fucked up.

They made a mess out of my trust in them and broke me in million ways that I can't mend not even in a thousand years to come.

They made a complete fool out of me and made me feel stupid for not catching up with their fucked up affairs earlier.

For heaven's sake, I was getting married to my fiancé in two months, but due to heavy work schedules as a doctor, I had no time for him, not knowing my friend was taking care of my man behind my back.

She gave him everything he wanted and that made him gave me attitudes anytime we met.

I was so stupid not to catch up then.

Walking for five minutes without any fucking care of the world, I finally came across a club.

I wanted to walk past it, since clubs weren't my thing, but I couldn't ignore them.

If alcohol could make me forget my pains and heartbreak for a moment, then hell, I'm getting myself drunk to stupor.

I dragged my feet into the club and as expected, it was crowded with different people swaying to the music.

The music and the vibe of the club was not giving a normal club vibe, but I didn't care.

Everyone in the club had a stern look on like Mafias and gangsters, and that made me wonder if I had entered the wrong club.

I wanted to leave, so as not to get my ass into trouble, but a hand caught mine, causing me to flinch in fear.

" Hey, beautiful. Come have a drink with me." A deep voice said from behind.

" Th...thank you. I'm not interested." I tried to scurry away, but the grip on my hand tightened, causing my heart to beat faster.

" Do you think you can leave just like that? I said fucking have a drink with me!"