My Babies Mystery Daddy

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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Brenda laid on her bed, a novel in her hand, she was done with all her chores, and she decided to rest for a while, her family weren't home, so she'll get some breathing space, even if it was just for a little while.

Her phone began to ring, distracting her from the novel she was reading.

She groaned, then she dropped the novel and she sat up, she grabbed her phone from the bedside table, and she smiled brightly when she saw it was her boyfriend calling.

She hurriedly picked up the call.

"Hello." She said shyly.

He wasn't there, but she couldn't help but feel shy, she loves Frank so much, he's the best thing that's ever happened to her, he's so loving and caring, he's everything she wished for and even more.

"Brenda." Frank voice boomed from the other end.

Brenda couldn't help but frown in confusion, he had call her by her name, not the pet name.

"Y y yes." She stuttered, her heart was literally beating so fast at the moment, she was scared of the fact that she might have done something wrong.

"Where are you?"

"Home."

"Okay, come meet me at the usual spot where we do meet." Frank said, and he hang up, not giving her the chance to say anything else.

Brenda stared at her phone screen worriedly.

"Oh my God, what could possibly be wrong now." She said inwardly.

And although it's late, she'll still need to go to him.

She got down from the bed, then she rushed downstairs, she wore her sandals, then she ran outside.

****

Brenda got to the place where she and Frank do meet up, it was a secluded area, but the place was very beautiful, it had lots of flowers which made it look like a garden, Frank had been the one to discover this place, and he had brought her there.

She loved the place so much, and they decided to make it their meeting spot, they were the only one who knew about it, so it made it even more awesome.

Brenda stood still, she was staring at Frank who's back was turned to her, and he was yet to notice her presence.

She cleared her throat, and Frank turned to face her, she smiled at him, but when she noticed he wasn't even smiling back, the smile vanished from her face, only to be replaced by a worried look.

And that moment, she knew that something was definitely wrong.

Brenda slowly walked to Frank.

"Hey." She muttered, but Frank heard her clearly.

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