Yours Faithfully by Author Bloody Goddess

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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ALESSIA'S POV

A sob escaped my lungs as I dragged my feet down the silent road of Tuscany, Italy.

The cold air hit my skin, causing a shiver to grip my body but I didn't stop walking.

Walking with an empty head with no destination in mind was a disaster, but who cares?

All I wanted was to get away from this fucked up world, my fiancé and my supposed best friend.

Being a doctor, I had thought my life was the most perfect on Earth, maybe because I had peace of mind and everything I needed in my life.

But guess what?

I was totally wrong.

Life was just being easy on me because I had no idea what was coming.

Many nurses and junior doctors at the hospital I worked, called me a role model, but at the moment, my life was nothing close to perfection.

It was messed up and I don't think I can trust anyone again.

This world was fucked up.

Trying hard not to reminisce about the scene I met earlier at my supposed best friend's place, but hell, it wasn't easy to forget such a traumatising scene.

Not now, or ever.

My tears weren't making it easy either, it kept falling uncontrollably and sobs after sobs followed.

I had no destination since I had no family or anyone to rely on.

I had just two people in my life, but they fucked up.

They made a mess out of my trust in them and broke me in million ways that I can't mend not even in a thousand years to come.

They made a complete fool out of me and made me feel stupid for not catching up with their fucked up affairs earlier.

For heaven's sake, I was getting married to my fiancé in two months, but due to heavy work schedules as a doctor, I had no time for him, not knowing my friend was taking care of my man behind my back.

She gave him everything he wanted and that made him gave me attitudes anytime we met.

I was so stupid not to catch up then.

Walking for five minutes without any fucking care of the world, I finally came across a club.

I wanted to walk past it, since clubs weren't my thing, but I couldn't ignore them.

If alcohol could make me forget my pains and heartbreak for a moment, then hell, I'm getting myself drunk to stupor.

I dragged my feet into the club and as expected, it was crowded with different people swaying to the music.

The music and the vibe of the club was not giving a normal club vibe, but I didn't care.

Everyone in the club had a stern look on like Mafias and gangsters, and that made me wonder if I had entered the wrong club.

I wanted to leave, so as not to get my ass into trouble, but a hand caught mine, causing me to flinch in fear.

" Hey, beautiful. Come have a drink with me." A deep voice said from behind.

" Th...thank you. I'm not interested." I tried to scurry away, but the grip on my hand tightened, causing my heart to beat faster.

" Do you think you can leave just like that? I said fucking have a drink with me!"