Ex Wifes Seduction Love Finds Its Way Back

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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Ishika is a young and smart women, she was heartbroken as her boyfriend Anish cheated her. It was engagement day and she was going to surprise Anish by gifting him a suit, as she buyed for him. When she enters his house see him with her best friend Tara having romance on the bed.

Ishika screams and asked Tara what she is doing with him and also questioned Anish too. Anish in front of her kiss Tara and say, “She is my official wife, and we having romantic time with each other.” Anish take his pants from the table and wear it and walks towards Ishika.

Ishika slaps him and asked what he is doing? He snatched the gift from her hand and says, “I told about my relation with Tara to your family. They think you cheated me but real fact is I cheated you. I want this paper from your Grandpa as he dealed with me. That day on engagement day I will get my property paper back as my father kept it for my safety. You know Tara and I have two kids and I thought by making you fool, I will get my property, house and business back. I succeeded.”

Ishika come out from her past memories to present time. She was with her best friend and cousin Rony and Anniya for her they both were as family. Ishika’s family kicked her out of house, as they want she to marry Anish but she was blamed for cheating him. Anish told her family a fake story that she is dating other guy and had closed relationship by showing some fake photos, but it was not true. Anish tell reason behind marrying Tara that her love for him was true so he married to her.

Rony and Anniya helped Ishika to start a new life, they was living at Rony’s house were her cousin sister Jiya was living with her. Rony and Jiya was cousins of Ishika and her best friend Anniya was also living with them. Rony was always for her first friend then cousin of her.

Heading to dinner with her two best friends, Ishika realized Ishika never introduced herself. Ishika Rai born and raised in the Mumbai City. She is twenty-six years old, 5’6 with natural fair skin, heart oval-shaped face, button nose, shoulder length straight hair, and an hourglass figure or as to society’s standards of being curvy. An Account Executive at Talwar Advertising Firm owned by one of her best friend’s Rony Talwar.

Arriving at the restaurant, her phone vibrates in her purse. A message from Anish appears.

Turning her head, Ishika noticed the gentleman pointing at their table and Rony looking over at them and smiling. He stands up and walks over to their table with mystery man behind him.

“Damn it,” Ishika muttered out.

“Someone is nervous,” Anniya whispered, delighted.

Throwing her napkin at her playfulness, Ishika flipped her middle finger and fixed himself up before Rony approached with his guest. Why Samar was doing all that he couldn’t say. Ishika was still heartbroken over Anish’s lying and cheated her.

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