My Unrequited Love For My Guardian

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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The Alarm rings for the nth time but the hulk was still asleep. It's said that most of the billionaires are punctual but he's different.

Most of the billionaires are arrogant and they hardly smile but he's not like them. He is not the CEO but the COO of their company and he is happy with his position.

Maaz Naqvi, a happy and cheerful living soul.

"Mom, why didn't you wake me up?" He groaned and sat on his chair. "You're not a 5 years old kid that I'll wake you up every day. Grow up Maaz!" His mom semi yelled.

"Who disturbed your sleep again?" Maaz asked while applying jam on his toast. "Other than your dad who can disturb my peaceful beauty sleep" she rolled her eyes while his dad was smiling sheepishly.

"Note it, If I change then you'll yearn to see the old Maaz again," he said while sipping on his coffee. "Btw where is Mahir?," He asked about his elder brother, Mahir Naqvi.

"He left for office and now you too leave," his mom said in annoyance. Well, she didn't have a good sleep and that's why she is angry and annoyed. "Ok annoyed women I am leaving" he got up from his seat and his while his mother glared at him angrily.

Well, Mrs Naqvi is a sweet and caring person but sometimes she gets angry and rude when Mr Naqvi annoys her and disturbs her while she is sleeping.

Maaz enters the office and greets everybody with a smile. His smile vanishes when he reaches the 40th floor and stand in front of the CEO'S cabin. "Come in" comes a hoarse voice from the inside as he knocks on the door.

He enters the cabin with a sheepish smile "Good morning brooo" he stops smiling when he sees his brothers serious face.

"Good Afternoon, and it's sir for you "

Mahir replied with a stern look and Maaz stood there with a sheepish fake smile.

"Listen I don't have time for your shit, so just go to your cabin and check if everything is ready for the meeting," Mahir said being rude.

"Ok bro- I mean sir," he said and turned his back to Mahir "Maaz! I don't want to lose this deal so be careful" he yelled but Maaz ignored him and left his cabin.

"It's Sir for you", "I don't want to lose this deal" Maaz mimicked his brother's action. "CEO my foot! Before becoming the CEO you were my brother and you still are.

You always need to keep in mind that I am your brother and not your employee " Maaz started blabbering in front of Mahir's huge portrait which was hung on every wall of the office.

"Mr Riaz try to understand we worked hard for this deal" Mahir tried to convince his client who backed out just because of a single mistake.

"I am sorry to say Mr Naqvi but we don't want to sign any deal with you as we already saw how careless the employees and COO of your company are " Mahir gave Maaz a deadly glare and barged out of the room.

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