Bridgett

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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“Welcome to adulthood!” Dina was practically screaming to make herself audible to her friends amidst the loud beat of the music in the bar they were in.

“Yeah! Let’s rock the world!” Marlyn, or Marlon, the gay in the group, raised his mug of beer for a toast that everyone clinked mugs with.

“I am going to get drunk and get laid tonight,” Lexy, the only virgin in the group, daringly proclaimed.

“Ohhhh hohohoh, I am looking forward to that, baby,” Jake, the playboy in the class, quickly responded.

“You don’t have to bother because I am not going to pick such a clueless boy like you”, Lexy turned him down right away. Rudely to be taken, but Jake didn’t mind. He is used to her sassy attitude. That is one thing about Lexy, she doesn’t flirt, not to him or not to anyone he has seen her do so. She is not the kind of girl that gets swept on her feet when a guy approaches her with silly punch lines or something Jake is so talented to hook with girls. But she isn’t annoying either, she is just honest, confident, and Jake respects that in her.

“Cheers, babe!” Dina raised her beer mug to clink with Lexy again. “Guys, let’s help this virgin find whatever she is looking for tonight.”

“Yeah, what are your preferences?” Asked Kiara with a naughty wink.

“I am after someone mature, who won’t be a one pump-chump, and leave me hanging,” Lexy rolled her eyes as she flirtatiously stated.

Her words earned a loud roar from her friends. They exchanged high-fives as they burst out in merry laughter.

“How are you gonna find such a man, when you haven’t even been with anyone?” Teased Jake. “I can give you a little warm-up if you want, for friendship’s sake, I will sacrifice my body and lend my services to you.”

Lexy feigned retching at Jake’s words. The others in their group joined Lexy pretend to retch and the laughter roared again.

“I am sure with this crowd, I will find someone that will make my knees weak with his stares alone. A man with a captivating aura, animalistic bearing, and burning desire to take me, but not before worshiping my beauty,” Lexy smirked with exceeding confidence. She was starting to feel bold. Her confidence was hitting the roof and she herself was a bit astounded, but she could not deny the feeling.

“Good hunting, my friend!” Kenneth, her schoolmate ever since grade school cheered for Lexy.

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