Trapped in Loves Game A Billionaires Tale

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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"Let's go Moon." Shadow said and looked at me. I smiled and nodded. A nice limousine is now in front of us, I thought the bus would take us to the arena. It's really different when you're rich.

"I'll take it." Shadow said and snatched the bag I was holding. I smiled.

"Can you? The amount you can carry." I said, he laughed.

"Don't be rude. I'm showing you my elegance." He said making me laugh more.

"You know, that's mine. You might be overwhelmed by the bag with too much you're carrying." I said and snatched the bag he took from me and then a bag he was dragging.

"But I don't want you to get tired." He said.

"Eh there all." We looked behind us and saw Star staring at us.

"I hope everyone has Shadow." Star said making me laugh.

"I hope everyone doesn't get tired, I hope everyone is sweet." Star added, making us laugh.

"Oh here, you want to show off your elegance to Moon, don't you. Oh bring that." Red stretched and placed her luggage in front of Shadow.

"Are you Moon? Are you Moon? Hey Cloud, what's that red you're eating apple again oh." Rain complained to Cloud. Cloud just stared at Rain and then grabbed Red's bag that was placed in front of Shadow.

"Red is just jealous." Cloud whispered to us then winked at us.

After we put the things in the car, we smiled and got into the beautiful car.

This is the first time I have ridden in such a beautiful car. I looked at Shadow next to me with a question in my mind.

"Shadow." I called. He turned to me with a smile.

"Does Zero is in this car too?" I asked him in a whisper.

Immediately the smile disappeared from his lips, something I silenced. He just looked at me and slowly shook then took a deep breath.

"No." he answered sparingly. I forced a smile and averted my eyes. I think Zero is with his parents, it's impossible for him to be with us. Eh almost all our actions with him are separate.

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