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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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SOPHIA

I glanced at the clock and it was 9:30am

What??How long was I asleep??

I stand up from the bed,stretching myself.i really need to refreshing up I muttered to myself.

Yeah..it's breakfast time...

Good morning Mom and dad!!

I said taking my seat at the dining table and clapping my hands excitedly..

What did we have for breakfast dear..my dad said making me blush at his affection to his wife..I wonder if I can find a love like those two lovebirds. they're love is superb.

Mum and I set the dining table helping her with the little assistance I can render

Everyone started eating in silence, not until dad broke the silence

Emm..princess.. daddy called

Yes...kingie I said sweetly

Which made him smile at him..he continued"you know am a good father and will always find joy for you,you know I won't tamper your happiness"he said making me confusing."sure dad I know you are one of the sweetest dad no one can imagined of,I replied him staring at my mom for any clue why he's saying that but she isn't talking just staring at her meal.making me feel absurd

There was this contract I signed with Ryan company and they wanted to make it into a marriage contract ..I actually have signed the contract before knowing it's a marriage contract.but this contract cost alot of billions.he said rushing his words.

"But dad,that doesn't cost you anything.you can just look for a single employee in your company and matchmake them".I smile unconcerned.

Yes,that what I wanted to do but not until the contact says it should be from my family and that's You"dad said emphasizing on the you

Dad!!! I yelled, slamming the table making mom flinched back,what the hell is that?

Don't tell me it's true dad, marrying me off for a contract? That's impolite dad,You know what? Am outta of here.i said taking the stairs back to my room

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