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Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable
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.I curled up on the company sofa waiting for Ayden Martin when I casually clicked into a video that was only a few seconds long.
A hand with distinct knuckles was hooked by slender fingertips in an utterly intimate way.
The caption read like the girl's soft murmur. "While the grown-ups discussed business, I quietly reached out to his hand. I didn't expect that he, who was rational and composed in work matters, couldn't stay rational with me."
I smiled and liked it. "Ayden, look at how girls these days love writing these CEO romance stories, claiming that presidents like you secretly hold hands during business talks. Is it real or fake?"
Ayden did not even lift his head and only said faintly, "Stop watching these."
I asked with my mouth, but in my heart I knew the Ayden I knew would never do that.
After five years of marriage, every time there was a social event he only pushed me into the lounge, let alone stage these idol drama scenes.
I lowered my head and suddenly noticed the watch on the hand in the video. A luxury watch.
The anniversary gift I gave Ayden was also the same luxury watch.
...
I nervously clicked into the girl's profile.
The pinned post was a blurred side-profile photo stitched together with the girl's selfie.
Even though the picture was blurred, I recognized Ayden at a glance.
I could not believe it.
But the faint scar on the knuckle I would never mistake.
Moreover, I knew better than anyone how strict Ayden's rules were.
In five years of marriage, even I had to knock and wait for his permission before entering the office.
Yet in the video, he let a strange woman hook his hand, breaking the principles he always followed.
I felt a bit short of breath.
"Ayden." I opened my mouth, wanting to ask if the person in the video was him, wanting to ask who the girl in the video was.
Before I could ask, Ayden's phone rang urgently.
He glanced at the caller ID, quickly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and answered in a low voice.
After hanging up, he hurriedly grabbed his coat and headed out. "I have something to do. Heading out for a bit."
My heart sank sharply.
What kind of person was Ayden?
Leaving his post during work hours was simply unthinkable for him.
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Belated Awakening
I curled up on the company sofa waiting for Ayden Martin when I casually clicked into a video that was only a few seconds long. A hand with distinct knuckles was hooked by slender fingertips in an utterly intimate way. The caption read like the girl's soft murmur. "While the grown-ups discu/0/91547/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251104075650&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha's Belated Heart
I watched as the doctor tossed the bone marrow, which was freshly extracted from me, into the trash can. Just as I was about to speak, I heard voices from the adjacent room. "The 97th revenge, and that stupid woman, Vanessa Price, really believes Timothy was poisoned and rushed over to donate/0/24123/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220531144752&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Haunted's kiss of regret and repentance
“How can you tell me you never wanted it when you can’t deny that you loved every second of it, my love? Shyne, no one will ever make you feel the way I do, and I’ll spend every moment proving it. Not even time and death can separate us.” Shyne De Leon runs away from her past and her ex-lover by us/0/42280/coverorgin.jpg?v=04d4cfcd48fb5bb7b5009b1dd82d8cf3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love After Divorce: His Belated Affection
Lucian was always disgusted by Giselle. Nothing she ever did was good in his eyes. Even though she did everything to win his love, he never acknowledged her efforts for three years. Giselle saw hell. When she finally decided to leave him, she felt like she had been given a new lease on life. She d/1/110825/coverorgin.jpg?v=74ac6ca408a28c700522af1798a9305d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
