CEOs Slutty Love

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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CARLA

I walked into the store and got all the groceries I needed. I didn't miss the look in the eyes of those people who keep staring at me. I may look like a bitch but I don't care what people think since it's my lifestyle.

Men crave to be with me because I have a very blessed face coupled with a nice body shape to go with it. Who wouldn't want to be with a girl like me?.

I'm Carla Gates. I'm an orphan with no notable family member except for my best friend Joyce who lives with me in my apartment. Unlike me, Joyce has a good-paying job and she's also very humble. Yet she never judges or criticizes me as other people do.

I went back to my apartment. I have a meeting with one of my clients today and then I have to go to the club later on. My job is what people call me, a

whore, a slut call it whatever you want I don't care. I've been doing this for years now and I'm not about to stop anytime soon. This is what I have been doing for a living for a long time and I am not about to stop anytime soon.

I dressed up and set out to meet with my client at the hotel. I am very careful dealing with my clients as I don't want a long time commitment for now.

I've had some cases where some even want me to be theirs alone. But I feel like they want to control my life so I had to stop talking to them.

I can't have any man tell me what to do with my life. Relationships suck. I don't think I ever wanna try that.

I got to the hotel and went straight to the room where we're supposed to meet. I didn't take long there. I did my business and walked out of there. He pays well and that's what I like about him.

I walked down the road searching for a cab since I couldn't find one yet. I waited on one side of the road when I noticed a nice car at the far end of the road. That's a Porsche and it's the latest model. Whoever owns this must be rich.

I'll go check if it's a man or not. Although the car seems strangely parked, I wonder why. Maybe I should just stay away from trouble and go to my home.

Nah. What could happen?.

I walked straight to the car and knocked on the glass. I tried to look inside but couldn't see much, though I saw someone. I knocked on the glass for a long and didn't get a reply. Fucking idiot. I'll just leave.

The door creaked open when I turned to leave. That's when I turned back and saw a shocking sight.

"Oh my God! Mr are you okay?." I asked trying to check on the driver who's gasping for breath.

Is this like an asthmatic attack or what? Why am I still here anyway?. I made him lay on the chair and tried my best to revive him. I quickly did a

google search on my phone about first aid and I followed the result.

I wonder why he's gasping for breath because it doesn't look like an asthmatic attack. Whatever it is, he's finally gaining his breath back. Which means I can leave.

I finally had enough time to look at his curly dark hair and green eyes. He looks so handsome and wealthy. He's not supposed to die on the road.

"Mr... Are you okay now? Should I call an ambulance for you?." I asked him.

Why am I even asking him stupid questions when I'm supposed to just call an ambulance to come to help him. I don't have all day to spend here and what if something else happens when I leave.

He finally managed to look at me he's staring at me and that seems a bit awkward for me. His eyes are kinda dark and I'm wondering why.

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