Destined to Meet Again Chinese Drama

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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Mr and Mrs Alexander were discussing about their daughter when she walked in.

"Dad? You are here?" She asked him. She was holding a shopping bag, it was obvious she went shopping.

"Yes, I didn't go to work today" he replied her.

"But dad, you don't normally stay at home, so what's wrong?" She asked. Mr Alexander glimpsed at his wife who gave her the "go ahead" look.

"May we have a word with you?" Mr Alexander suddenly asked.

"What do you......" Beatrice was saying but was disrupted by her mother.

"Beatrice, go drop your things upstairs and then we can have the conversation" Mrs Helen said.

"Alright mom" Beatrice said and headed upstairs to her room.

"Why did you sent her off?" Mr Alexander asked.

"You told me to tell her, but you sent her off. Why?" He queried.

"Am sorry, I realised she needs to freshen up and be her self before having this conversation. We can't just go ahead and tell her like that" Mrs Helen explained and her husband kept quiet for a while, before speaking.

"So, how are we going to break the news to her?" Mr Alexander asked, worriedly.

"What news?" They heard Beatrice asked, she was climbing down the stairs.

"Come have a seat" Mrs Helen said and Beatrice sat down.

"You know the Emerson company right?" Mr Alexander said to Beatrice.

"Yes, the one they named after their son, Brandon" She replied him. She was playing with her nails.

"Yes, Brandon industries" Mr Alexander confirmed.

"So, what happened to the company?" she asked her dad. he was about replying when her phone rang, it was her best friend calling.

"Can I take this call?" She pouted.

"You are an adult Bea, stop behaving like a baby. We are having an important discussion here, so any thing should be kept aside" Mrs Helen stated and Beatrice frowned her face.

"Mr Emerson brought us a proposal, he wants to merge with our company" He said and Beatrice jumped up in joy.

"Wow, congratulations dad" she said, jumping on him like a baby.

"Thanks but there is something else" Mr Alexander paused, he sighed before continuing.

"For this merger to be strong and also for there to be more investors, you must get married to his son, Brandon" Mr Alexander concluded his statement.

"What?" Beatrice scoffed as she sat down.

"Married to his son?" She scoffed again. "Can't the merging go on without me getting married to Brandon" she asked.

"There have to be some bond between the company. If there is no bond then no investors would like to invest in the company, because they will be afraid that we might end up quarrelling and then break the merger. If that happens, then the investors will be the one at loss" he explained.

"But dad, I don't like him" She almost yelled.

"What don't you like in him? He is handsome, rich, famous and all" Mrs Helen stated, counting her fingers.

"He is a Casanova for crying out loud! How am I sure he's not gonna be bringing whores to our matrimonial bed" Beatrice yelled.

"You know what? Am out of here" she stood up and headed upstairs to her room.

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