Stowaway

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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"Miss Lopez, here it is." Sophie Lopez was a little hesitant. She was shocked when Lawyer Mr. Edwin, the driver, started to talk.

She responded, "Oh" softly.

"Miss Lopez, I am not going inside with you. The first room on the right above is the master bedroom ..." Lawyer Mr. Edwin left.

Sophie Lopez stood on the steps, looked at the three-story European-style villa in front of her, and watched Mr. Edwin driving away.

A month ago, the day Sophie Lopez received the college admission notice, she was so happy, but when she got home, she found that her mother was lying on the floor in the kitchen. The freezing cold was originally thought turned out to be acute leukemia.

After admission, Mrs. Lopez was undergoing chemotherapy while expecting for a suitable bone marrow. Seeing that her mother's condition was getting worse, she still could not find a suitable bone marrow. Until ten days ago, the appearance of this Lawyer Mr. Edwin brought her hope and shame at the same time.

Listening to the car going away, Sophie Lopez shoved the door and entered the villa. They should have been prepared for a long time. The lights in the villa were all on. She glanced inside the house and did not see anyone. She mechanically went to the second floor.

She opened the door of the master bedroom, seeing that the floor was covered with pure white carpets, and the orange light filled the room warmly. She looked up inside the room. The sofa was also covered with pure white blankets. There were also white beds and white curtains. The curtains were slightly open. Inside was a huge ground glass window.

Sophie Lopez couldn't help clenching her fists, and walked to the large glass window and looked outside where everything seemed to be mocking her. There was a blank in her mind and a lot of sweat in her palm. She knew that every girl would have a first time, while she never thought that her first time would happen under this kind of situation.

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