The Chosen Bride by Author ANNA

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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Arriving at the international airport of AJ City, Nancy Marlon, a fair-skinned blonde woman, frowned. She couldn't understand why her parents had asked her to return home.

Previously, she had been studying in City X, and after graduating in business administration, her father had clearly told her, "Nancy, I want you to return home and not stay in City X."

Nancy frowned during the phone call with her father, knowing that he was a politician in AJ City and she couldn't disobey him. So she arrived at the airport at exactly 2 PM, and her father's men were already there, waiting to escort her home.

"Welcome home, Nancy," her elder adopted brother, Matthew Marlon, said with a smile. Nancy frowned as she walked with him to the car.

She sat in the back seat of the car, aware that the city was ruled by the popular President Nolan Alejandro and his family. The city was named after the Alejandro family, who had been in power for years. Any opposition party was immediately silenced.

Nancy watched the road as Matthew started the car engine and drove away from the airport. Her eyes fell on a gigantic billboard displaying photos of the city president.

"Hmm..." Nancy hummed, noticing Matthew smiling at her through the rearview mirror. She ignored his smile, continuing to wonder why her parents had insisted that she return home.

Upon arriving home, the security men at her father's mansion gate opened the huge black gates for them. Nancy watched as Matthew drove his exotic black SUV into the premises and parked.

She could see her parents standing at the mansion entrance. Her mother was wearing a red gown, and her father stood in a black suit, with the maids in their blue uniforms behind them.

Nancy stepped out of the car and walked up to her parents. She was wearing a red top, black trousers, and black high-heeled shoes.

Nancy finally approached the entrance, and her mother warmly welcomed her. "Welcome home, my beautiful angel."

"Good afternoon, Mom, Dad," Nancy replied, smiling as she hugged her mother. Her father added, "Welcome home, Nancy. It's good to finally have you with us."

"Thanks, Dad," Nancy replied, still hugging her mother. The maids echoed, "Welcome home, Nancy."

"Thank you all," Nancy smiled at the maids, and her mother said, "Let's all go inside."

"Okay, Mom," Nancy replied, and they walked into the living room together.

She observed that the living room hadn't changed-it was still painted white with beautiful flower vases around.

Nancy approached one of the seven black couches and whispered, "Home, sweet home," as she sat down.

Her mother, standing in the center of the living room, smiled sweetly at her.

"Mom, what's the good news? You look so excited to see me," Nancy asked, curious about her mother's wide smile. Her mother glowed with beauty, and at 51, she appeared to be under forty.

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