Iam Back For REVENGE

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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Stella woke up to find that her husband was not at her bedside. She walked outside, hoping to find him there.

But what did she hear? The sighs and moans of a woman having sex.

"Come on, baby. Harder. Faster!"

Stella peeked through the crack in the open door and saw her husband upstairs, naked.

"You're enjoying it, sighing like that. I like the sound of your voice," he said, dropping a vase of flowers.

Prak

"Did you hear that?"

Not wanting her whereabouts to be known, Stella hurried back to the room.

As the night wore on, Stella, who was having trouble sleeping, opened her eyes again when her husband embraced her with his burly arms.

His hugs used to make her feel comfortable, but now she felt disgusted, especially considering the woman's passionate sighs.

"I'm going to take a shower!" Stella said, getting up from the bed.

Jenson stared in surprise. "Shower?" You're set... Are you crying?" he asked, noticing her puffy face. "Did something bad happen to you?" He asked again.

"No, I just miss my mom and dad." She answered briefly.

"Oh, really? Then let's visit your parents' graves. I'll take you, dear."

Stella stood still. Her mind was still filled with the events of last night. Jason's actions left her feeling disappointed and hurt. She didn't want to talk much, let alone spend time with her husband.

"I want to go alone. You don't need to accompany me," she replied briefly before going into the bathroom to get ready.

For the first time in months, Stella joined the family for breakfast that morning after being busy with work. She sat across from Jason at the dining table.

"Mom, are we finally having breakfast together?" Rafael exclaimed happily.

"Of course, dear. From now on, I'll make time to eat with you," she replied with a smile that seemed bitter. Her gaze shifted to Jason, cold and hard to interpret.

"That's a good decision, dear. You should really put your family before your projects," said Jason, trying to sound wise.

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