In Love with Father of My Genius Twin Chinese Short 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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Valentina's POV

"This is the final part of the wedding show we played yesterday, sign these" Allen said, as he flung the papers at me.

I read through the documents, Allen wanted an open marriage, where he could do whatever he wants, irrespective of our matrimonial vow.

"Is your family aware of this?" I asked

"Do you want me to kick you out of this house?" Allen threatened.

After a careful thought, I breathed out

"Okay, I will agree to and sign these documents on one condition"

Okay my little wife, what is it?"

Allen wore a smirk, playing with the golden pen in his hands, he looked at me like I was a child begging for candy.

"I want to have my own business" I sputtered.

" I provide you with everything that you want, why do you feel the need to work?"

Allen asked me with a straight face, I knew convincing him would not be easy, but I had the right card in my hands, I just had to place it in the right direction.

"I don't want to sit at home all day doing nothing" I replied, wearing a sorry look.

I really felt like hitting him in the face right now, but that would be a bad idea.

"Alright your wish is granted, besides I don't want a lazy wife around me" Allen boasted.

I grabbed the pen from his hands and signed the documents, with a faint smile on my face I said "Thank you".

"You're welcome, see you when I see you".

Allen walked out briskly and zoomed off in his white sports car.

That was the last time in two months that I saw and spoke to my husband. It was raining today, since last week a heavy downpour flowed from the sky.

"Hey bestie, how are you holding up?"

I read the text from my bestfriend Chloe, who had been away in the Islands for charity work, she flew in a few days ago.

"I'm good bestie, still at work, can't wait to link up with you this weekend, Love you xo xo" I replied to her text and jumped back into work.

Since Allen ran off with his mistress, a day after our wedding, work has been my life. I love interior decoration, it keeps me happy and I ensure to always give my best.

There was a knock at the glass door.

"Come in," I gestured.

"Ma I'll be going home now, I'm done with all of my work for today" My assistant Nora informed me.

"Alright, I'll lock up when I leave, Here's your paycheck for last month" I handed her an envelope.

" Thank you very much ma" Nora's face lit up with Joy.

" You're welcome, Take care of yourself"

As Nora left, I was worried about how she would get home safe, I looked out the window and noticed that it was drizzling.

" Thank Goodness" I muttered.

The safety of my staff was important to me.

While Driving on my way home, I vibed to my Jam "Go up", it was sang by my favorite band " The hit makers".

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