Bound to the CEO

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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An annoyed sigh escapes my lips.

New York was famous for its crazy lengthy traffic and while it may not be as crazy as the traffic Shu -my friend- claims is in Beijing, it sure is to make a person go crazy especially on a Monday morning.

I draw my lips gently in between my teeth wondering if I should walk the remaining distance to work or risk being late by sitting in the uber. My eyes fall on the man sitting by the side of a Dunkin shop on the pavement, his palms open and a scarf covering his face despite it being summer.

I stare at his shirt which was neat in contrast to his trousers, his backpack held close to his chest as he watched people walk past him.

My heart peels out of my chest.

Freshly homeless?

Ok. Change of plans.

I grab my bag and step out of the uber making sure to pay with a small sorry.

"Here" I pull out the lunch I had packed for myself handing it over to the man watching as his dull brown eyes light up.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and cracky.

"Sure! Apparently I don't like cheese as much as I thought." I give him what I think is a disarming smile but by the contorted look on his face, it might as well be an alien proving his paternity by my smile.

"Alright, thank you." he reaches out to accept it.

"You know, down the street, just around the corner at the 31st, an organization shares meals there every Thursdays."

He looks up at me again, "I see. Shouldn't you be going?''

I frown, 'is he telling me off?'

"I should." I say nodding my head slowly while he just looks at me.

'Whatever. I'd better get to work.' I say in my mind and turn away abruptly.

"What the fuck?!!" I screech, staring down at brown liquid stain spreading over my white shirt fast.

"Shit. My coffee." A cold voice says from above me.

"Fuck!. Couldn't you look at where you're going?" I yell, searching my bag frantically for tissues.

"Lady, you just wasted my entire coffee." a self-concieted voice speaks above my head.

"The fuck? You spilled your coffee on me." I say emphasizing the 'your' while dabbing the spreading stain with tissues that do nothing to help.

"I'm very busy and I don't have time to trade words with you. But, I'll give you this advice, Next time look at where you are going." The cold voice speaks again.

Now, I'm a fairly decent person, but right now, my anger is about to boil over the top because this person is exasperating.

I raise my head, ready to put this guy in his place but my mouth forgets how to speak for a moment as my eyes hit the most beautiful face I'd ever come across since my birth.

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