Love a Personality to Desire

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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No matter how thick the curtains were, they couldn't block the morning sunlight. The ingenious villa allowed natural light to filter in.

The sleeping woman turned over and woke up in a daze. A strange man was sleeping in her bed. She was so startled that all her drowsiness vanished.

The man's scent lingered on her. Her whole body ached as if she was hit by a car. Judging by her hangover, she realized what might have happened and instantly sobered up.

The man next to her had fair skin like exquisite porcelain. His eyes were closed, his nose was high, and his lips were as delicate as petals.

He was pale as a ghost, but it didn't affect his handsomeness at all.

Although this man was gorgeous, it was not the time for adoration.

She had a boyfriend. How could she lie in bed with a stranger?

The thought of her fiance made Gracie Ling feel disoriented. She clearly recalled being with her fiance, Frank Lin, last night. Why was she here with this unknown man now?

'Where is Frank anyway?' she thought.

She could only vaguely remember taking a sip of the wine while being watched expectantly by Frank Lin. After that, her world started to sway as she got drunk.

She couldn't recall anything more.

Gracie Ling was still racking her brain about the events of last night while battling a splitting headache when a horrified scream startled her.

There was a young nurse at the door, pushing a trolley. She had come to take Terence Gu's temperature and do a routine check-up the way she did daily. However, he didn't expect to encounter this awkward scene when she pushed the door open today.

"Why did you take off Mr. Gu's clothes?" asked the nurse.

Gracie Ling's face turned red and she hurriedly shook her head while reaching out for her clothes. "No, no...it was not me. It was he who took off my clothes. I don't know what happened..."

"Nonsense! Mr. Gu had a car accident three years ago and was in a coma. How could you be so dissolute and shameless? I don't understand why the Gu family chose a woman like you to be Mrs. Gu!"

the nurse said, blushing with embarrassment and then ran out of the room.

The nurse's statement confused Gracie Ling further.

She didn't want to delve into it. Right now she was planning to leave this place.

In the simple and neat courtyard of the villa

"I've told you that I'm not Mrs. Gu or Grace Lin. I'm Gracie Ling. G-R-A-C-I-E L-I-N-G. You've mistaken me for someone else.

I have a fiance. Believe me, this is a mix-up.

Let me out! If you don't let me out, I will call the police and sue you for kidnapping!"

Gracie Ling struggled to get to the gate, which was blocked by a tall bodyguard who was like a human shield.

It was not the first time that she was caught trying to escape early in the morning. She had jumped into the lake in the courtyard, people thought she was going to commit suicide. The next time, she had climbed over a wall. And this time, she was caught trying to escape from a hole in a wall.

Carter Gu rubbed his forehead. He had been the butler of the Gu family for many years, but he had never met a woman who could create so much trouble.

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