Mine Yours

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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Chloe Chu's snow-white body remained buried in warm water. The condensation of water had turned the bathroom foggy. Suddenly, she wanted to have a petal bath.

"Miss, are you done? The party is about to begin," said Yvonne Ye, her maid, as she nervously stood outside the bathroom. She didn't know why ladies of rich families were so troublesome. Chloe Chu had already had her makeup done. But being a cleanliness freak, she had announced she needed a bubble bath.

Being her maid, Yvonne Ye had no choice but to pander to her every whim.

"Yvonne!" Chloe's soft voice came from inside the bathroom.

"Yes! Miss, do you want something?"

"Yes. Would you bring me some rose petals?"

"Okay!"

Yvonne Ye turned around to look for the petals, but the spare petals in the room had been used up. She quickly ran to the garden and plucked some.

Once she was gone, a slightly fat figure sneaked into Chloe's room. Looking around, she made sure nobody was present.

Lucia Chu's eyes fell on Chloe's gorgeous evening dress that remained splayed on the bed.

A sinister smile appeared on her face.

"Ha-ha, I'll make your day memorable! People won't stop talking about you!" Determined to put her vicious thoughts into action, she moved towards the bed.

Her big fat hands mercilessly broke the thread of the button around the chest area of the dress. The thread was not completely broken, so that Chloe Chu wouldn't find out. But after she wore the dress for a while, the thread would break completely and reveal her breasts. 'That will do, ' she thought with satisfaction.

A complacent smile appeared on her face.

"Can't wait to see you in this beautiful dress," she muttered under her breath.

Before Yvonne Ye returned, Lucia Chu slowly walked out of Chloe's room.

"Miss, hurry up. You forgot to put on your necklace," Yvonne Ye said, busily readying Chloe Chu for the party.

It was Chloe Chu's birthday party, but Yvonne Ye seemed more nervous than her. She took several sets of jewelry and asked Chloe Chu which one she liked best.

The truth was, Chloe Chu had no interest in parties. If it was up to her, she would have cancelled it. But her father, Nicolas Chu, insisted on holding this party. He said her 22nd birthday was important. As his oldest daughter, it was her duty to hold a magnificent party to entertain the Chu family's relatives and friends.

Chloe Chu lazily looked at herself in the mirror. After she changed into the evening dress, she was a sight to behold. This dress accentuated her waist, hugged her hips, and flared out a bit. She looked as beautiful as a Barbie doll.

"Miss, you'd better wear this. This necklace suits your fair skin," Yvonne Ye said, pointing to a necklace.

After taking a glance at the necklace, Chloe Chu replied, "Okay." Then Yvonne Ye quickly put the necklace on her neck. The shining diamond necklace was like a cherry on the top, making her even more elegant.

This necklace was a gift from his father, Nicholas Chu. He had brought it from Italy when he had gone there for a business trip. It was made of dozens of crystal diamonds from South Africa. And now it was shining brightly on Chloe's neck.

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