The Huntress

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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Emilia's POV.

Amidst the echoing chaos of the scintillating city of New Orleans, I ran through the streets, the echo of Diana's men boots thudding behind me.

"Stop running Emilia, just surrender and face your punishment"

I needed darkness to conceal myself but the light in the city was never ending. Before the men got to close I took cover in one of the labyrinthe alleyways and ran into Liam's unfinished skyscraper.

"I didn't think you'd find me so soon Kaden!" I yelled.

He broke off from the remaining men and followed me into the building.

"Oh, but I always find my prey," Kaden said.

Kaden pulled his pistol and shot at me but I deflected it with my sword.

"You know I'm innocent so why are you still doing this!" I asked.

"I don't care about justice Emilia" He chuckled, "I enjoy the thrill from hunting weak little things like yourselves"

"You're insane!" I yelled.

"Insanity? Perhaps. But what fun is life without a little chaos"

He changed his walking speed from a speedy walk to a full on sprint as he charged towards me. I dodged his tackle and scurried up the stairs. Without hesitation he started running after me.

"Emilia, don't run from me!" He taunted, firing off stray bullets into the air.

I fled with every fiber of my being, but my body betrayed me. I stumbled on the stairs, falling flat on my face, with Kaden just a few steps behind me. He reached for my ankle and grabbed it tightly.

"Why are you running darling?" Kaden snapped. I could taste the stench of decay on his breath. With a desperate kick to his face, I broke free, dashing to the rooftop, but he wasn't too far behind.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled at the top of my voice.

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