Who to 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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Stargazing! That is what they claimed to be doing but April's eyes were stuck on Uriel's face, butterflies dancing in her belly. She gradually shifted closer to him, her face moving closer to his as well.

"April, do you think you will ever get over your Katsaridaphobia?" Uriel asked.

"What's the meaning of that?" April asked absentmindedly, her thoughts still on him.

"Fear of cockroaches," Uriel answered.

"Oh, didn't know that is what it's called," she said, still staring at Uriel.

They were sitting on the roof of Uriel's house. His face was tilted up as he happily watched the stars. He finally seemed to notice April and he slowly turned his face towards hers, two pairs of eyes lost in each other.

"Kiss me," April demanded.

"April," Uriel breathed out in warning.

"I just want your lips on mine, please," April pleaded.

He moved his face closer, closing the distance, and just when their lips were about to touch, Uriel withdrew.

"What if your brother sees us?" he whispered.

"Who, Iver?" April asked, desperately wanting to feel his lips against hers.

"No, your other brother," Uriel replied.

"Orion?" she asked.

"Yes?" she heard the voice but it didn't come from Uriel.

She shifted around curiously, trying to find the source of the voice and just then, she slipped and was falling from the roof in slow motion.

April's eyes snapped open as she was jerked upright from her sleeping position on the bed. The culprit was Orion, who had his palm around her arm, his usual cold gaze on his face.

"O- O- Orion?" April stuttered out.

"Yes, again?" Orion answered, referring to the first time she had called him in her dream.

April inhaled, loving his scent. He and Iver uses the same cologne but he always managed to smell a bit different. His own scent has a mix of a woody smell, perhaps because he helps Mr Caddel with his work most times.

She unconsciously checked out his dressing, the attire was nothing special but he always made them looked extraordinary.

His man-bun was messily packed but that didn't decrease the level of his handsomeness. Assuming he was born with a rich background, he would have been a model, April thought.

Orion cleared his throat and that brought her out of her thoughts, and her mind was back on the situation at hand. She suddenly felt nervous at the fact that he might have realized that she was checking him out.

Orion released her arm and shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, his eyes not straying from her face. April looked down at her state of dressing and quickly moved the covers from her waist up till it reaches her neck.

She was only in her bralette and panties, that is how she sleeps everyday. Her mother has opposed her about it many time but April never listened, she likes being comfortable and wearing clothes to sleep weren't her thing.

"W-what are you doing here?" she gulped nervously, looking around the room to avoid his eyes.

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