Bitten By The Alpha

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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"Stan's POV:

'Come on, don't be a party pooper. We both know Fridays are for partying, so why the sudden loss of interest?' my best friend Sam exclaimed.

'Fine, fine, I'll go so you'll stop nagging. I just have a bad feeling about something.'

'You are overthinking things,' Sam said. 'This is exactly why you need to go to this party, to let loose.'

'Okay then, you've convinced me.'

'That's more like it,' he smiled to himself, being proud of convincing me.

We made our way to Tim's house, and he welcomed us in. To say everywhere was packed was an understatement. Tim is known for throwing the best parties, so I wasn't really surprised.

Sam immediately disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to navigate through the crowd. I grabbed a drink from the counter, gulping it down. I needed to get in the groove, and that's exactly what I did.

I made my way to the crowd and started dancing like crazy. After dancing, I made my way outside, finding the pool. I dived into the pool, getting cheers from everyone around. 'I'm back,' I said to myself.

I dried myself up, making my way back into the house. I saw Sam and other people playing cup pong. I decided to join; I mean, I'm the best. After winning many rounds, I got tired and decided to use the restroom."

Stepping out of the bathroom,I saw something curiosity took over me and I followed but,it disappeared it’s probably my imagination

The party finally ended and it was time to make our way back home

I went to get Sam and my eyes got hunted he was getting freaky with some girl,I’ll just text him later

I made my way out of the house and I saw other students exiting too

I pulled out my phone dialing for a taxi,but it was a Friday and no one was available,thanks Sam you were suppose to be my ride

I decided to just walk it’s a good form of exercise

The streets are weirdly quiet today I thought to myself,I took out my buds plugged my ears and started jamming to star boy by the weekend

I hummed along to the words of the song “ I’m trying to put you in the worst mood “-when I felt the presence I felt in the restroom

I stopped in my tracks to look around but saw nothing so I continued walking,I was suddenly tackled and I managed to fight the person off I picked up my pace and tried running,but I got caught

My eyes were playing tricks on me that must be it,I saw a wolf over me I tired fighting it off but it was stronger and much faster than me,that can’t be an ordinary wolf,I tried kicking it off but it was too late it sank his teeth deep into my neck,I screamed in pain as I watched the fury animal running off,I covered my neck with my hands trying to get help

I pulled out my phone calling Sam informing him I was attacked,that was the last thing I remembered before passing out

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