Just For A Night

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 1

Aniah’s POV

“I’m home!” I shouted as I entered our house. It’s been a while.

“Iah!” Manang Saling welcomed me with a warm embrace. She’s been our housemaid since I was a kid. She’s like a mom to me already.

“Why you did not call? So that I can ask someone to fetch you at the airport.” She asked me after the warm embrace.

“I will surprise my sister Manang. By the way, where is she? Where is Inah?” I asked. I am pulling my suitcases with me as I walk near our staircase.

“She left earlier. She did not say where she will go. Maybe she’s with her friends.” Manang answered like it was the usual thing that my sister does.

“Is she always with her friends?” I asked curiously.

“Lately, yes. Maybe she is getting bored here. She is always alone, your parents are always out of town and she’s always left with us.” She explained. I nodded and asked again.

“What time did she leave? Is she long gone before I came?” Maybe she will go home anytime soon.

“She left early in the morning darling,” Manang said hesitantly.

“Oh! What a life she has!” I exclaimed. But maybe she deserves that, she needs to unwind sometimes. Most teenagers nowadays are always drained from schoolwork.

Manang assisted me up until my room. “Thank you, Manang!” She just smiled at me.

“Manang, I will sleep first because I still have jetlag. Wake me up as soon as Inah arrives or just wake me up if it’s already dinner time.” I want to sleep so badly. I am tired from the trip. I just go home here in the Philippines to unwind. I want to have a vacation, away from my work, away from my business, away from the stress. I hope this vacation will be worth it.

“Okay, I will just wake you up later. By the way, what do you want for dinner?” Manang never fails to ask me what I want for dinner. It’s been years but the care Manang has for me is incomparable.

“I want pork adobo Manang. It’s been a long time since I last tasted it. And of course, it is special because you’re the one that will cook it for me!” I smiled after that. I really love Manang. I cannot imagine my life without Manang. I don’t think I will grow into who I am today if not because of Manang.

“Okay, pork adobo it is.” She smiled again before finally leaving me. I can still hear her footsteps when I closed the door.

I just put my suitcases inside my walk-in closet before finally jumping into my bed. “It’s been a while my beddy bed!” I just put my handbag on my bedside table before settling in. I feel exhausted, really.

……

“Iah, ija, wake up. It’s already dinner.” I slowly open my eyes when I feel someone slightly tapping my legs. I want to close my eyes again and I feel like I don’t want to eat because I want to sleep.

“Okay manang, I will just freshen up then I will go downstairs.” I am still wiping my eyes as I answer manang. I am still sleepy. I feel manang stand-up and after a few seconds, she walks toward the door to leave me alone.

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