In love with my arrogant boss

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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Lucy's pov

The buzzing of the alarm woke me up , I sat up right and my eyes landed on the time .

"8:30 am " shit, I was fucking late for the interview. I jacked off and ran to the bathroom to do my morning ritual.

I ran out of the bathroom , dried my hair, and wore a simple black gown. I packed my hair in a ponytail, wore my white heels . I picked my bag without bothering to put makeup on and ran as fast as my leg could take me .

I boarded a cab

" Glitter company" I said, immediately i entered the cab, he nodded his head and drove in a frenzy.

Finally i got to my destination, I got down and paid the driver. I was standing in front of the best company in New York City, a wow escaped from my lips as i stared at the gigantic building. Not having time to admire it, i ran inside taking the elevator, I pressed the eight button, tapping my feet impatiently as i waited for the elevator to take me to my destination.

The elevator made a sound and then opened, i ran out of the elevator, running to where the interview was being held. People kept staring at me like i have gone crazy. I stopped panting heavily, knowing i was lost, i decided to ask for directions.

" Please where is the interview taking place ?" I asked a lady.

" Over there" she pointed her finger to the right direction.

" Thank you" I smiled running off .

Finally i got to where the interview was being held, and was glad my name hadn't been called.

" Thank God" I sighed in relief.

Few minutes later , my name was called. I went in and met a bald man, his head looked so funny. I had the urge to laugh but suppressed it..

" Good morning sir" I bowed my head .

" Good morning Ms Vega, please take a seat" he gestured. I sat down handling the file i came with, which contained my CV and many more .

He collected the flies going through it, while my whole attention was focused on his head, as i thought of different things i was gonna use his head for . He nodded his head and walked to the photocopy machine, printing a copy of my file and handed it back to me .

" I need to ask you some questions," he muttered. I nodded my head waiting for the questions to be thrown at me .

He threw different kinds of questions, which i answered to the best of my knowledge.

" Okay you can leave, we will get back to you" I stood up and left his office, hoping i get the job.

My name is Lucy Vega, I'm twenty four years old . I lost my parent when i was five years old , leaving me all alone to fend for my self .

I got my blue eyes from my mom and long hair, I'm beautiful and have a well curvy shape . I made sure to work hard in order to sponsor myself to school, I have a first degree in business accounting. Well that is all you have to know for now .

RICHARD'S POV

I walked down from the car and entered the company. immediately the workers sighted me , the whole place became quiet.

I pressed the button of my private elevator, it opened and i walked in and punched the ninth button.

The elevator came to a stop , I walked out and saw some workers chitchatting which infuriated me .

" This is a company, not a gossip house" I yelled, they all froze on hearing my voice, immediately they ran going to their various post.

Giving them all a deadly glare, I walked into my office. I sat down, pulled my jacket and placed it on the hanger , i loosened my tie, so i could breath properly.

I grabbed the landline , calling my personal assistant.

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