Banished With His Heir

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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The woods was very silent except for the noise caused by the whirlwind which also bent the branches of trees over.

It was a beautiful morning as the sun rose brightly from the east with it's ray entering into the woods narrowly.

Soon flock of birds flew out of their habitats and dispersed like they were been chased by something.

Not only the birds but Squirrels and creeping creatures could be seen moving at an indefinite direction.

Firm and steady footsteps could be heard approaching until someone burst out of a small bush.

It was Zayn in torn long sleeves, his face was wounded and he had no footwear making the cuts on his toes visible.

Loud howling of wolves could be heard from all around as he staggered over a log of wood, he jumped to grab a rock when a big black-haired creature collides with him and he came crashing to the ground.

He groaned loudly and clenched tight to his stomach, his shirt was getting soaked in blood.

Deep growls sounded closer from all directions making him raise his head slowly to see the big black wolf with blue eyes in front of him, the creature was gnashing its sharp fangs at him with saliva dripping down.

Gentle noise could be heard and he looked around to see more of the wolf creatures jogging to the scene.

His fingers slowly grew into thick claws and the colouration of his eyes turned red. He pulled forward stabbing the erect claws into the wolf ahead pushing the black haired creature down but another hits him strongly from the side and he fell once again to the ground.

Struggling hard, he groaned loudly and got to his feet but two brunettes appeared out of nowhere and laid hold of his arm from behind.

He tried to break free but one punched his spine so hard that dropped to his knees.

"Stay down. You wouldn't want us to rip your spine" He could the calm voice speak through his ears.

The wounded young man raised his eyes to see that he was now surrounded by so many wolves, there was no running this time.

He grinned angrily wishing he wasn't injured severely on the stomach.

"Tell us... Who sent you to spy on us?" A masculine voice came from behind and he tried to look but he couldn't see.

"I don't know what you're talking about" He replied sharply.

"Of course, you do but you're an Alpha which leaves me wondering. Only omegas are sent on such suicidal mission except its confidential" The speaker appeared in front of him so that his face was visible. It was a middle-aged man who had a red cap on and his hands in the oversized coat he was wearing.

"You're right about one thing. I'm an Alpha who would rip your throats out if not on my knees, and the other... I work for no one"

"You work for no one?, yet you trespass our land, our territory" The angered man tried to control his voice.

"Um.... Let's say I'm new here" He chuckled.

"Everyone knows about us, every single wolf in every country, every city. We're the most powerful, the most feared, we're the black moon pack.... " He gripped the wounded Zayn's chin making him interrupt while laughing.

"Well... I haven't heard of you before"

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