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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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Scenes, dialogues, places, events, and characters in this book are all invented or are used fictitiously.

This story contains mature themes, some violence, profanity, and sexual content not intended for young readers.

Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law.

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Note: This is written in multiple 1st person POVs.

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P R E V I E W

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"You wanna leave?" I stared at him as he sat on the edge of the bed, his face buried in his palms. The hopeful side of my brain anticipated a denial, but the more sensible part of me knew he believed what happened between us was a huge mistake.

"I should."

He should? Did I ever tell him he shouldn't be here?

That's all he said while he sat on my bed, hunched over, sighing about something that seemed to be bothering him a great deal. His voice sounded gruff and full of regret.

It hurt more than the thought of him thinking I'm the type of girl who prefers one-night stands. It actually hurt. Actual physical pain. I couldn't even breathe properly anymore; my throat and chest ached and felt too tight for air to pass through.

"So you're leaving now."

"I gotta go. I'm on night shift." He got up from the bed and put on his wrinkled shirt.

"Okay," I murmured while holding back tears he obviously didn't wanna see.

The jerk wouldn't even look at my face now.

As my insides coiled, I grabbed my robe to cover myself up. The moment I shut the bathroom door behind me, the tears just streamed down my cheeks. Shit. Everything hurt.

While my eyes and chest ached, I bit on my lip and muffled my sobs with my palm.

It's not like I could say anything to stop him. He wanted to leave now. Meaning, he didn't want this. At all. He didn't want a relationship. He didn't want me.

Just another girl he met...

It's all clear now: I was nothing to him.

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END of PREVIEW

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Chapter 1

— EILYN —

Traffic.

What a waste of time...

These days, I had to deal with traffic everywhere I went. And crowds. Just flocks and flocks of strangers rushing in every direction. Going about their daily lives.

Granted my affinity for privacy and solitude, being stuck with strangers almost always got on my nerve, which was why I chose to leave this dirty city and live my own life in another country.

Every single day in this place, traffic followed you wherever, whenever. Even here in the country's biggest airport. Now I had to waste my entire morning dealing with air traffic, too.

"First time for everything, Ei," I murmured with a sigh. My butt and legs just felt dead. Painfully numb like my brain now. For hours, I'd been sitting in this claustrophobic corner, just waiting to get out. If my pancake butt had eyes, the thick cushion would've been drenched in tears by now.

First time a Seoul-Manila flight took almost five hours! "There's still traffic in the air. Kindly sit tight until the weather clears up," the pilot announced earlier.

Luckily for me I was the only one on this flight who could afford a VIP seat. At least I had some semblance of privacy.

The plane was stuck in the corner of the runway. Heavy rainfall tapped against the windows while my arms and face felt close to freezing.

Why today? Of all days!

Our private jet couldn't fetch me since my uncles were using it, probably closing another big deal. I would've asked my dad to buy a brand new plane, but he's too busy at the moment.

Maybe I'd ask him for a smaller plane for my birthday. Or after my possibly suicidal brother got out of the hospital. "Hang in there, bro." I sighed at my last text to him.

Sent to: Kuya J

"Are you out of the OR now?"

Today 08:07AM

It's been hours.

Still no replies. Maybe the pain medications knocked him out. But Dad assured me that Kuya Jeihral safely got out of surgery this morning. One good news for today.

It could mean his injuries weren't fatal. Thank God. I'd been praying all night. I hadn't slept yet; now my temperature felt feverish and my joints were starting to ache.

Darn it. It's almost lunch time and we're still stuck in this plane.

"Ugh! I don't have all day!" I wanted to shout at the skies for this dreary weather, but the cabin crew might think I'm being such a Karen.

"Patience goes a long way, Eilyn," my dad used to say to me whenever I behaved like a drama queen. That was years ago, though, and I liked to think living on my own in another country had changed me for the better. "If your mom's too busy to be here, fine. Just be here tomorrow. Go see your brother," Daddy Eugene requested last night over the phone.

Of course I couldn't say no. Thinking about Kuya Jeihral and the culprits behind his unfortunate situation now just made my blood boil with frustration. Although I didn't want to see my only sibling all weak and injured, it's not like I had a choice.

"Tan's guys kidnapped Ken, so we had to find the idiot. The cops wouldn't do shit 'cause it hasn't been 24 hours yet," my cousin Daniel explained hours ago.

To relieve the numbness in my backside, I got up and walked around the first class section. The other seats remained empty as I waited for the ringing to end. "Pick up, D."

Four rings.

Five rings.

Eight...

Nine...

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