Married To The Billionaire CEO

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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Ashley's POV

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Frustration swept me off the moment my alarm went on, I annoyingly turned it off. It was evening already. I laid there like a lost fellow for minutes staring at the ceiling more exhausted than usual.

The ceiling fan kept twirling increasing my quest for sleep the more, when Tim walked in, looking at me in the face then shook his head,

"You do know you're late already? This is like 5:30 pm already?" His brows remind me of mom, Tim was my kid brother in middle school, aside from how annoying he is, he was the only family I had.

I'm Ashley Johnson, I know you must be concerned about how and when my life took this big turn,

Like every other young girl out there forced to take responsibilities at a very tender age, I have no parents but life was fair enough to give me my kid brother for company.

My whole world revolves around him and despite trying to make all ends meet, things still get frustrating for me.

"Shit!" I got up immediately rushing to the bathroom, I slide immediately into my slippers,

It was the weekend, and coincidentally the neighbors were around,

"Go stay at Kevin's place, ok?" I yelled after I got in,

"Sure," his cute voice bubbled, as he left the room.

Grabbing the small bowl, I scooped the water and poured it over, at this point, I screamed out my lungs,

The water was damn cold,

"What's this? Winter?" I asked myself, still time conscious, I rushed myself into my outfit and then it occurred to me, I didn't pack Tim dinner for the night.

I immediately bolt the door, rushing to the neighbor's place to hand over his dinner in a small lunch bag.

"Take care and be careful ok?" Mrs. Gibson smiled,

"Thank you ma, I sure will" turning to Tim,

"Be a good boy, ok? Sisi will be back." I bent to his level peck his adorable cheeks,

Time went by, I closed the door, rushed to the junction, flagged down a taxi, and hit the road to Drink's Bar where I officially work.

The boss was already waiting by the door, on the lookout for me,

"Kiss your next month's salary goodbye, Ashley," I mumble to myself,

My phone immediately rang, the number surfaced, and it was Jenna calling, Instantly picked up,

"Girl! Where the heck are you? I just can't do this alone Tonight. I'm overly exhausted from my shift." She whined, that was Jenna, the only Friend I'd say I trust and knows,

"I'd be there shortly, hang in there a little bit," I replied, stopping behind the bar, I paid off the taxi man and hung up the call, and without my boss hovering eyes, I snuck in.

"Thank goodness, I was just about to warn you about the boss, but you hung up" Jenna heaved a deep sigh of relief, I smiled,

"I sighted him before he did, thanks a lot for covering up for me, I owe you big time". I grabbed the waist apron tying it to my waist.

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