Puzzle of fate

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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~zarie’s Pov~

wake up! Wake up! I groan as a certain annoying hand continuously try to jerk me up from my beauty sleep.

Like seriously, why can't I ever have a peace of mind in this damn house? I cannot believe even in my sleep, the devils will decide to come after me.

I am that particular type of girl who does not mess with her sleep but one thing I know for sure is that The annoying hand which no doubt belongs to my annoying ass brother will never let me be till I decide to wake up.

Been fully aware of that fact, I furiously throw the guilt off my body and sit on my queen sized bed whiles I try to rub the sleep from my eyes, giving my brother one of my famous death glares.

Ugh! Only if looks could kill, he’d be dead by now. Haha seriously, if looks could really kill, then I would not even have to worry about my demons anymore.

my brother, been the brat he is just gives me one of his annoying cheeky grins which makes me angrily throw one of my pillows at him.

’Mum says breakfast is ready so I should come wake you up ‘ he says, which earns a very loud groan from me.

’for Christ sake Randel, it is only six in the morning and so I do not see why you should come wake me up for something that can wait?’ I ask him but he just smirks at me and leaves the room.

Why am I even stressing myself? I know my opinion in this house is just like a number subtracted from itself as far as I am still under the infuriating roof of the devil herself.

ok, so I think a little introduction will do?

How should I even begin?

So I am Freezia Zarie Harrison, eighteen years and stays with my mum, Maribel, who has been taking care or should I say, making my life a living hell ever since my father mysteriously disappeared to who knows where.

And the last two people to add my small hell of a family is my stepfather,Jake and his thirteen years old son, Desmond who is also the world's most biggest brat,Hehe.

After performing my morning business, I decide to go down stairs and immediately I step out, I am hit with the sweet aroma of coffee and scrambled eggs.

Actually, apart from me been in love with my sleep, I am also a very proud foodie.

Whenever I am in a sour mood, it is only two things that can cheer me up.

my best friend, Penelope and a good food.

I literally eat anything that is labeled as food so far as it is presentable.

In fact, I do not know why my mum would decide to wake up this early to prepare breakfast and as a matter of fact, she never comes to call me down for breakfast. It is not like she cares about my wellbeing anyways.

I do not know what is up with her this morning but one thing I am certain about is that today is going to be full of awful surprises.

Anyways, I should just forget about it and go enjoy my breakfast. Even though my mum has been very sour ever since my daddy left us, the good taste of food her food still remains the same.

I bubbly skip down the steps to the the dining hall but I stop at the kitchen when I catch a glimpse of my mother.

Since she decided to at least, call me down to have breakfast with them, I think it is only fair to also be polite and so,I decide I say a good morning to her, plus I think she has finally decided to return to her old ways.

’Good morning mum’ I greet her but I am only met with silence. Realizing she is voluntarily ignoring me, I decide to head to the dining place. I guess I jumped to conclusions hastily.

It is not like I fancy talking to her anyways.

Again, it is not like my mum would ever love me like she used to do sometime ago, so I just shrug it off even though deep inside me it hurts to see my own mum loving a son that is not even her own and hating me, her very own blood just because she claims I am a duplicate of my father.

It is not like I harbor any ill feelings toward the thirteen year old brat or anything.

I just feel like my mum should at least show me a little bit of the affection she shows Desmond, plus I am literally her only real family left.

I know that I act as if I don not care about her but it really pains me to know that my once sweet and loving mother has turned into a typical wicked woman.

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