The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

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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Willow's POV

"You will have to get married to Sean in two months time," that's my stepfather. He literally hates me to the core. Ever since he got married to my mom and I learnt about what he does for living, he has been hell bent to sending me away from here.

"He is the third powerful mafia leader," his daughter, Kimberley said and I smiled at her even though it was not real. I have wished to kill this girl ever since I came to this house. She hates me, I hate her, there is no way forward for me and her.

"And he is looking for a trophy wife," my so called father repeated for the twentieth time. He had been telling me that ever since the man said he wanted a wife.

"Isn't that what every mafia man want?" I asked raising an eyebrow and he scoffed.

"The top ones only. My mafia is the second powerful one so when I looked for a trophy wife, it was normal. Its unusual when a third leader want a trophy wife."

"So my future husband's mafia is the third best?" I asked and he nodded his head.

"I was just telling you so that you could be ready in two months time," he said and I nodded getting up from my chair. I walked to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed.

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