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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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The night was always the beginning of the city's splendor. Some people wanted to enjoy and relax after the day's hard work while some wanted to celebrate something. And the best place to promote this splendor was the jovial and passionate Flame Bar. In this place, you couldn't feel the night at all. Young men and women filled the dance floor, shaking and twisting their bodies to the beat of the ear-splitting music. There were also some private rooms that accommodated guests from the upper class.

The door of the best VIP room was pushed open, and a group of young people walked in. The man at the forefront was the youngest but the most powerful figure in J City.

He had a perfect figure comparable to European male models and a handsome and charming appearance. The corners of his mouth also habitually curved into a faint smile. He stood out from the crowd. Upon seeing such a perfect man, even the male species couldn't help but turn their heads and glance at him a few more times.

The moment he walked into the private room, Kyng Shen, who was sitting on the sofa and lecturing the manager of the bar, saw him. Kyng soothed his anger, walked up to him, and greeted him with a warm smile. "Ryan, you are as punctual as always."

The man that Kyng called Ryan smiled and said, "My grandpa is a soldier and demands that I be punctual. I have been living with him since I was a child. I won't ever tolerate lateness."

Upon hearing his words, Kyng nodded his head in agreement.

Ryan Yan glanced at Kyng, but didn't say anything more. He just walked to the armchair and sat down.

Kyng couldn't see through Ryan's current mood, so he glared at the manager and said, "Hurry up, do what I've told you to do."

"Gentlemen, please wait a moment." The manager was scared out of his wits when he saw the look in Kyng's eyes.

After all, the man sitting in front of him was Ryan, the young man who could make everyone in J City tremble. And the man standing in front of him was Kyng, who was from the famous Shen family. Aside from being Ryan's best friend, Kyng was also the owner of Flame Bar. As a mere manager, how could he afford to offend these two big shots?

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