Love Lies And Hidden Truths by EBEST

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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The bright daylight was fading into thick darkness, and Jeri's dreams were becoming increasingly blurry with each passing second.

She could see death staring right into her eyes as the pain in her abdomen intensified as she lay on the hospital bed.

Perhaps this would be her last day on Earth. Who knows?

‘No! I didn't bargain for this,’ grappling the sheets tightly, Jeri cursed inwardly amidst the torment as tears continued welling down her eyes and soaked the bed. ‘ Even cramps do not hurt this much.’

Jeri could not shake the sensation that something was gravely wrong. It felt like her insides were being torn apart.

She tried to call for help, but her voice was thin and barely audible.

“What a joyful moment to sit and watch my enemy cry in agony before me.”

A chilly expression graced the face of Jeri's stepmother, who was sitting in a chair next to the sick bed. She made no attempt to assist the 21-year-old pale pregnant woman who was in anguish.

Well, she can't be blamed because her barren life never permitted her to experience such a thing, even though she wanted to. She had no idea how painful it was when a pregnant woman was on the verge of giving birth.

While the woman sat quietly, glaring at Jeri, a slim, tall lady suddenly entered the room with a stern expression like that of Jeri's stepmom, and walked up to where the two women were positioned.

“Mom, do not tell me you have been here for hours just to look after this bitch!” Jeri's stepsister, Aysel, who was adopted by her stepmother to alleviate her barren existence, frowns at her mother.

“Do I appear concerned about her condition, huh?” Margaret, Jeri's stepmother, smirked and pressed on. “I'm only here to witness her death; nothing else. She has been a threat to me since the day I married my husband. Now karma has caught up with her for making me feel restless in my husband's home.”

“If not an idiot, who will be pregnant and have no idea who impregnated her?” Aysel yelled, grimacing at Jeri.

“My only wish is that this bitch does not survive the surgery. She had been a threat to my entire life,” the 19-year-old Aysel continued without minding Jeri's presence.

“Obviously,” her mother replied, nodding.

Ever since Jeri's flamboyant stepmother, Margaret wed her father, Jeri's life has been filled with misery.

At the age of three, her parents went through a divorce. When that happened, her cunning stepmother seized an enormous opportunity to remarry her father.

Based on her quick decision to remarry him, it was obvious that Margaret had been hoping for the couple's divorce so she could claim the widower.

Little Jeri started to wonder about her mother's abrupt disappearance as time went on, but her father was always able to make her forget about her mother.

Upon reaching adulthood, she tried to find out the reason for her mother's divorce, but her father claimed it was a secret he would rather keep from anyone, including her.

She did everything she could to find her mother and persuade her to return to her husband, but it was all futile.

Jeri was forced to accept reality and hope to meet her mother by chance one day.

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