Love in the Hidden Light

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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I am Emily, daughter of the richest man in the city. Happy, cheerful and the apple of my parent's eye. I am a little girl, 8 years old, beautiful, intelligent and rich.

Everyone Envy me because my parents treat me like a princess and I also think that I am the luckiest child in the whole world.

My father, Adam Smith is a very intelligent man, very good in business and a very good dad.

My mum, Lily Smith is a famous designer. She is a very independent and tough woman. Always ready for every fight in her life but she is the best mom.

My mom and dad love each other and support each other in their work. Also, same as my parents, I am a very intelligent and smart child. It's because of good genes. I love designing and business just like them. And honestly, I am good in it. Sometimes my dad also needs my suggestion in his work. Seriously it's funny I am just only 8 years old dad. How can I give my suggestions?

Hahaha!!!

I am very much happy it's my 9 birthday and my parents throw a surprise party for me.

Of course, I know they always did that but this time my parents were very excited to give me the biggest surprise of my life. And I know what it is I am gonna become an elder sister. Hurray! I always want one sibling so that I can also be the elder one and boss around on my little one.

The night is dark and it's raining outside I am in my room waiting when my parents came to take me to the party venue so that I can also see my decorated place. But what the heck nobody came up to take me.

"Hey! Are my parents downstairs or not?"

I called aloud and my Buttler came to me, hurriedly.

I asked him,

"where are my parents? Why don't they came to take me to my party Venue?"

I am very impatient right now. I want to see how this year my parents prepare for my party.

Last year it's was a princess theme and Now I am very excited to know what theme is it today.

'Yey!! I love my parents.'

Hearing my questions, my Buttler said, "don't worry miss they will just reach in 2 minutes."

"Okay, then I wait."

My parents arrived because I heard the sound of a car horn and I jump off my bed to meet them, barefooted.

"Daddy Mumma you are back".

Daddy said, "yes sweetie we are back".

When my dad saw my feet. He starts scolding me, "Sweety I always told you to wear slippers don't run around barefooted. You will catch a cold".

"Honey don't scold her it's her birthday."

"Come on birthday girl go to your room and change your clothes we have to go to your party", Mumma said.

"Yes Mumma I will go up and change then we will go to the party", I said happily and run fast to change my clothes, when I came we happily sit in the car and move to my destination, my birthday venue.

'Yay! I am so much excited.'

But my happiness does not last for so long. After some time of driving, I heard a loud bang.

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