Married To Mr Popular

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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NEW YORK, CITY

The car's door opened and she came out. She removed her sunglasses and smiled.

"Home sweet home.."

Miley brought out her phone and began working on it as she walked away closely followed by her personal assistant.

She looked up and then removed her jacket. She handed it over to her.

"Miley.."

Miley stopped and faced her.

"Are you really sure you want to go in? Are you prepared to face them?" She asked and Miley forced out a smile.

"I've been waiting for this day and maybe mom is waiting for me, Kelly.."

"You know that's impossible. Your mum has always been the.."

"Enough, Kel, let's just go in and hear what they have to say.." Miley said and walked away.

Kelly sighed.

"I wonder why she doesn't accept the fact that her mum never cares her. She is bound to get heartbroken.."

***

NEW YORK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.

"Ryan.."

"My goodness!"

"I could kill for his looks. How can one be so handsome.."

"He's so cute!"

"I love you Ryan!"

"Love his pretty eyes.."

"Please just kiss me Ryan.."

The crowd were going crazy over a celebrity who just arrived. Well, He is Ryan Winthrop. The nation's sweetheart. He's an-American - Korean singer based in the states. He just rounded up his tour in Europe and he is back home already.

The fans kept going crazy, trying to touch him but they couldn't ,since he was well protected by his bouncers and bodyguards. Meanwhile Ryan just kept a straight face with a headset on his head. His mouth kept on moving like he was chewing on a gum.

Suddenly like he regained himself, he smiled and waved his hands and the crowd went wild again, yelling and cheering for him.

Ryan sighed as he entered the car.

"That was tiring.." He mumbled.

"Nah, it was entertaining. Watching the crowd go crazy for you. You are really lucky.." His friend Dave said and Ryan glared at him.

He grabbed a bottled water and then opened it. He gulped down some and faced him as he closed it.

"Did the old guy ask for me?" He asked throwing the bottle water at him. Dave smiled and caught it.

"You know he would. He's your father anyway.." He said and poked Ryan's cheek.

"Stop it!" Ryan scoffed and threw his hands off.

"You know your wedding is approaching quite soon.."

Ryan scoffed again.

"Do you seriously want to ruin my mood by that?" He rolled his eyes.

"I hate that old guy. If I could kill him, i would have done so, just that I love my Angel that's why.." Ryan said.

"Angel, indeed. Ryan, I would prefer you go against your father's decision and not get married to the lady. First of all, I know you clearly. You will surely make life a living hell for her and secondly, your fans. What are they going to do?" Dave asked.

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