The Special One

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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ALDREN

My sister was alone in her room, slowly I climbed upstairs while carrying the cake that I made myself. It's a chocolate cake, I practiced so hard to bake this perfectly until I can make a delicious perfect cake for her birthday. Standing and staring at her bedroom door, I cleared my throat and immediately knocked. As I opened the door, a cold wind breeze greeted me and saw my sister sitting and facing the windows of her balcony room, looking at her looks like she enjoyed the breeze of fresh air.

"Good morning, Manda" Manda is the nickname that I gave to her, she likes it anyways. She immediately reacted from the way I called her, her head moved a little to the side, allowing me to see her side profile.

"Aldren, is that you?" she used her hand to hold the armrest and side drawers to help her stood up, I let out a giggle a little as I looked at her slowly walking towards me, following my voice.

"Happy birthday!" I greeted at her with a wide smile, saw her lips forms into a curl and smiled a little.

"Here, It's a cake" I gave her the cake while I approached her a little, helping her to carry it into her small and soft hands until she got good grip on it and I let go "I hope you like it"

"there's no doubt" she smiled, and I looked at her confused on what she says

"Hmm? Why is there something wrong?" I looked at the cake but there was nothing wrong

"Are you the one who baked it, Aldren?" she took a little icing and she tasted it and she smiled

"Ah, well. Is it delicious?" I smiled but also, I'm a bit nervous on what would be her response, knowing that I tasted a little earlier and it was very sweet. I hope she has a sweet tooth

"It's delicious, however. It tasted like burnt a little, but it's okay. Thank you" she smiled widely making me feel happy, this kid doesn't know how to lie, really.

"But, don't worry" she said smiling "I know it's made with love" She puts down the cake at the side drawer. I just smile at what she says and let go a little laugh until she tries to find something

"What are you looking for, Manda?”

"Your hand?" my hand? I gave her my hand and she held my finger; I flinch a little bit "Did you burn your fingers, again?"

"I know it's my birthday, and you want to give me a cake that I would like but, burning your fingertips many times? You can buy a cake next time." she smiled and let out a little laugh "Just make sure next time you won't burn your fingertips anymore, or else mom will cut them”

"Amanda." I looked at her and I felt sorry for my sister who was blind, I didn't want to cry in case, I cried, all I did was hug her tightly

"Why? what happened?" I didn't answer, I just hugged her tightly like she was still my small sister "Are you crying?" I immediately wiped my tears

"I didn't cry, there's a dust or something in my eyes" I immediately wiped my tears and excused myself, I looked at her and held her shoulders and greeted her a happy birthday once again, she smiled but right now she gave me a wild smile with her eyes sparkling. "Want to come with me in the garden?”

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AMANDA

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