I Married An Alpha After Divorce by Maya S

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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CHAPTER ONE

"You need to sign these,"

Jane Roberts almost dropped the frying pan she had been carrying across the room in fright. She glared at her husband who was still standing in the doorway, a brown envelope in his outstretched arms. "What is that? You scared me."

He didn't apologize or respond to her question. He simply walked out of the room.

Frowning, Jane walked out of the kitchen, frying pan in hand and followed him into the dining room. "What is that, Marcus?'

Marcus dropped the envelope on the table and sat down on one of the chairs. "Divorcee papers. I had my lawyers draw them up last week so they are ready and all you have to do is sign them."

Jane was stunned. "Did you just say divorce papers?"

Marcus raised an eyebrow, an irritated look on his face. "Did I stutter?" He got up from the chair, picked up his briefcase from the ground and walked away without sparing her another glance. The sound of the door slamming jolted Jane out of her reverie and she immediately took off after him, her ears ringing loudly.

"Honey, you didn't eat breakfast." She called out to him but he ignored her as he got into the car and drove off, the exhaust and fumes from the car blocking her view of his car as it disappeared out of sight.

Jane stood there for a few more minutes with a dazed expression on her face. Somehow the events of the last few minutes felt like a dream to her. There was no way Marcus would speak to her like that and serve her divorce papers.

She ran back into the house and made her way to the dining room. She picked up the envelope he had tossed on the table and held it in her shaky hands, fear of its contents gripping her.

"You can do this," she told herself as she opened the envelope slowly and withdrew the bound papers inside it.

Just as he had told her, the words, 'DIVORCE SETTLEMENT' were written in bold letters at the top of the paper.

The envelope slipped from her hand to the floor as she slumped to the ground, unshed tears clouded her vision. This had to be a silly prank because why would Marcus, the absolute love of her life do this to her?

"I'm not signing this," She whispered, wiping her tears with the back of her hand as she slowly rose to her feet. "I won't sign this. He can't treat me like this, I won't let him!"

She sniffed and picked up the frying pan she had left on the table and then walked back into the kitchen, her heart shattered.

After two years of loving Marcus and giving all of herself to him, this was how he wanted to repay her. Was this some sort of sick joke?

"He's probably going through something at work and is taking it out on me." She muttered to herself as she placed the frying pan back on the cooker and covered it, her appetite gone.

She walked out and took the stairs to her room where she slumped on the bed and gave in to the tears

***

"I'm coming," Jane yelled as she ran down the stairs, adjusting her bathrobe. She had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the doorbell. After crying herself to sleep, she woke up with a headache and felt the need to revive her body the best she could with everything that was going on.

"I said I'm coming, hold on," she sighed and looked through the peephole frowning when she saw an unfamiliar face staring back at her. She didn't know this man. Who was he and what did he want?

Panic set in and she took a deep breath instantly to calm her nerves. She left the person standing there and ran back upstairs to her room to get her phone. She wasn't expecting anyone so the man hadn't come for her. Perhaps Marcus knew him and had sent him to pick up something.

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