Almost is Never Enough

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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"You take over my shift but don't sell the wine. There are all kinds of people there, so don't get into trouble with any beasts. You will be dead if you are captured by a brute!"

Kelly Garcia thought about what her friend Vivian Sanches' words and had only one thought.

She would be dead this time!

Kelly tried to push away the man who was hugging her to force her to drink, but she only pushed a layer of fat on his stomach. She smelled the stench of smoke, and this round-bald man made Kelly feel disgusting.

She violently raised her arm, pushed away the wine glass in the fat guy's hand, the liquor spilled on his pants.

"I'm just a waitress, not a..."

Not a prostitute.

Before she finished her words, the fat guy became furious and slapped Kelly violently.

"You are just a prostitute so don't overreach yourself! I am paid to sleep with you! And it seems that you won't obey me without some special things."

After he took out a packet of powder and poured it into the bottle, he pinched Kelly's chin and poured the bottle of wine directly into her mouth.

The cold liquor was poured into her throat. Kelly was choking and coughing constantly.

The fat guy reached out to rip her clothes.

Kelly wore short cheongsam, which was the uniform of the bar. They changed the traditional Chinese frogs to ordinary press buttons, which were much easier to unbutton.

In an instant, her charming body was shown.

The fat guy seemed very greedy.

Kelly hit him in the face with her elbow and ran outside without any hesitation when he ached.

The fat guy got up and chased after her.

"Bitch, don't you know who I am? How dare you run!"

He grabbed Kelly's hair and pulled it so hard that Kelly screamed loudly in pain and fell backward.

She was kind of hopeless.

"So, who are you?" She heard a pleasant voice.

Kelly turned back and saw a man in a black windbreaker standing a step away. He was tall and handsome.

He stared at Kelly like a hawk with his extremely gorgeous eyes. When he saw the hand at Kelly's waist, he seemed to be angry.

The man grabbed the fat guy's shoulder, and the fat guy suddenly felt as if his shoulder was about to be dislocated and he was unable to exert any strength.

Kelly's waist was loosened and got away from the fat guy.

Before she could leave, she was pulled into a firm embrace.

She smelled the pleasant odor instantly and felt like smelling it somewhere. It made Kelly extraordinarily relieved.

The man's voice sounded overhead, "Which hand did he touch you with?"

Kelly was stunned.

Before she could speak, she heard a frightening howl.

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