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Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 714 | Released on: 02/02/2026

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the fingers Isolde had just twisted. H

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e said. Her voice was c

es of the Manhattan elite. She saw Belle, clutching Kai

e smi

ll stage where the microp

Grayson hissed

the platform. She ta

oom. Everyone flinched. Th

ooked down at the crowd. S

iden's fifth birthday," she began. Her vo

She gestured to where Belle stood with the boy. "I realized

went through the cr

ayed the role of the dutiful wife and the loving stepmother. I have

closer to the ed

at the woman in the red dress, "you know Kaiden's favorite color. You

ying?" someone

implyi

paid manager of the Lancaster household. Grayson, Belle... you tw

struck by lightning. He opened h

ophone back on the sta

hday, Kaide

k back. She walked straight to Effie, wh

e said, taking Effie's

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extended wrist, used his own momentum, and applied

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flinched, steppin

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stared at the guard on t

at?" he demanded. "Si

on't know about me, G

g a piece of half-eat

Kaiden yelled,

t Isolde's expensive blue dress. Fr

ologized. She would have tried to

est. She looked at Kaiden with absolute

Kaiden,"

doors open and walk

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Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

Tao Yaoyao Modern

“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.”