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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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KIRA'S POV

" HEY YOU. OVER THERE. FAT GIRL." A blonde haired boy walked over to me. It was my second day of school in Foxville Middle School.

" Give me your food."

I noticed the boy was not one of my classmates. He looked older than other kids in my class. I assumed he was one year older than me.

I gave him my lunch.

" Eww. What is this?"

He threw my lunch box on the ground and my bread flew out of my lunch box. My heart was broken. I thought I was trying to be nice to him and gave him my lunch since he wanted my lunch.

He pushed me and I fell down on the ground and I fell on my back.

" Next time come with proper lunch. You eat weird things." I had bread with cheese and Doritos chips. What's weird about that?

He walked away and left me on the ground.

" Hey. Are you okay?"

" Leave me alone." I didn't bother check who was in front of me. I knew it was a boy but who, I didn't know and didn't care. I just wanted to be alone.

" Hey. I'm Noah." He held his hand in front of me. I lifted up my head and my eyes met his blue ones. My hand met his.

" I'm Kira." He helped me get up and he gave me his lunch.

As days went by, I started to know the boy who would usually bully Noah and I. He would made sure he would come with enough food while I bring food for the bully. His name was Lorenzo and his girlfriend Molly.

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I sat down by the play ground opposite my house playing with my dolls, Lucy and Dr Michael. They were my favourite dolls and dad bought for me on my birthday.

"Aww Fat Kerry is playing with dolls." Lorenzo and Molly walked up to me and took my dolls away from me.

" Bring Lucy and Dr Michael back, please."

" You name your dolls?" Molly said while Lorenzo laughed.

"No please." I started to tear up.

" You are also a cry baby? You still a baby."

My heart broke into two peaces when I saw Lucy's head separate from her body, so does the arms and legs.

" No!" They threw them down on the green grass right in front of me.

" Grow up Fat Kerry. You are too old for playing with dolls."

They left me alone crying for my dolls. "What am I going to say to dad? How will I tell him the dolls that he bought few months ago are broken. I can't tell him that the Alpha's son broke them. That will cause problem between my dad and the Alpha." I thought to my self.

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