THE TYCOONS HIRED LOVE

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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KAYLA'S POV

Beep!Beep!Beep!

I groan as I try to turn off the ever-beeping alarm clock.

Thud...

I sulk as I fall to the hard floor. I stand hurriedly remembering that today is Evans's first day of school and I've got to get him ready for school. I rush to his room to see him still sleeping.

"Wake up sleepyhead," I say, as I shake him awake.

"Aargh," he says, as he hurriedly jolts out of bed. I chuckle and rush him into the bathroom. I tell him to have a quick bath and I run back to my room to quickly shower.

You may be wondering who I am...Hi, I'm Kayla Highlander, I'm 22 years old and I stay in a two-bedroom flat where I stay alone with my little brother after the death of our parents.

At that time, I was eighteen with no means of lively hood and a huge amount of bills to pay coupled with taking care of my little brother Evan who was then a year old. Life was tough having to work different jobs to put food on the table and cater to Evan's needs as well as enroll him in a school. If not for Noah and Lilly my two best friends who were there for me when I needed help the most, ever supportive and assisting.

Most times I think of mum and dad and how different life would have been if they were still here with us and I break down again wailing my hearts out but I have to be strong if not for my sake then for Evan's.

Today I have an interview at the biggest technology corporation for the job of the personal assistant of the CEO.

I don't think I'm cut off for the job but my two besties, Lilly and Noah persuaded me, and here I am, preparing myself and Evan before I make both of us late for our first days.

I head for the shower after picking out my outfit for the day from my limited and small closet of clothes. So finally I pick a navy blue pencil skirt and a white full-sleeved shirt.

As I wait for the water to get to the perfect temperature, I shed myself of my shorts and tank top which I slept in.

After 20 minutes of washing my curvy but petite body, I'm done and I grab a towel to rub myself dry before putting on my clothes.

I grab my phone to check the time and see I have nearly 45 minutes to get breakfast done, Evan dressed, drive him to school and reach Hawkins Corporation at the right time.

I hurry and put on a thin coat of mascara on my upper lashes and a subtle amount of lip gloss on my plump lips because I am not much of a makeup person.

Then I rush to Evans's room to see him all dressed and ready so I take him downstairs. I set his hurriedly prepared breakfast of pancakes and strawberry syrup in front of him. I grab a plate for myself.

"Kayla are you ready for your interview?" he asked and I smilingly ruffle his hair. "Yes I am and you've got to hurry up if you don't want to be late to school on your first day," I say and he hurries up.

Ten minutes later we are both done with our food. He grabs his bag and lunch, while I grab my handbag and purse. At last, we head outside to my old beaten-up car.

Fifteen minutes later I park in front of Evan's school.

"Be good and make friends, alright?" I tell him, as he hops down from the car and wishes me good luck. I kiss his cheek waving at him as he runs to class.

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