a ballad of love and glory

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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"Hey you, what did I just say?" The teacher howled at her. "I am talking to you, Miss Joy," the teacher said when she realized the girl wasn't conceding, and the anger in her voice could be heard.

"Miss Joy!!" The teacher yelled again, and this time she banged her fist on the table of the young tan-skinned girl.

"I'm sorry," she confessed quickly, trying her best to resist the gaze of her classmates. "I'm just... hmm. You know what, forget it." She sputtered.

One of the students said, "Perhaps she got her vagina licked by a dog," and the rest erupted into laughter.

That is it. Joy hates them because they won't stop prying their noses into her business, but what other choices does she have?

"No, she probably lost her lunch fees again." Another says, and the students feign a sorry look.

"I'm sorry ma'am!" Joy laments, her gaze now staring at the floor, and she is trying her best not to cry at the same time.

They are all bitches. She thought. Aren't they the ones that made her lose her lunch surcharges? That is how they have been doing it ever since she began schooling here.

Well, she'd already been exonerated of it. Ever since her first day at school, Rebecca and her crew have been bullying her.

Could she blame them?

Hell No! That is how it had been ever since she was old enough to untangle left from right. It begins at a young age. This is the fourth school she has been to in three months, and she is not ready to change schools again.

Besides, she is in her final year, and there are just two weeks left until school goes on vacation. Perhaps, that is how she chooses her destiny.

They will be starting their final-year exams next week. Just a week left. She assured herself. Everything would soon end well.

She couldn't report Rebecca and her crew. She had heard that her father was the owner of Mega Mercy Model School. Moreover, she had heard of all the terrible things that happened to everyone who reported Rebecca to the headmistress. That is her father's wife.

Either they were expelled the next day, or they ended up losing their arm or leg. No way! Joy shook her head. She couldn't let that happen. She had been patient enough, and she couldn't destroy everything she had been enduring due to a single day of anger.

Besides, she believes that anger is a demon. If you allowed the demon to take over, it would tarnish everything you have ever worked hard for.

Moreover, fighting back isn't an option. Wait a minute, can she even beat Rebecca and her squad? If she tries it, then her mother should be digging her grave or ready to waste her power on her again.

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