No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

I went to the City Clerk's office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk's pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray's text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we're done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray's life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

Modern Revenge Divorce

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"I feel so bad..."

The lights in the room were dimmed down, but it was still easy to see the girl's slender figure. She laid on the sheets in a lazy manner, instantly grabbing Kerr Graham's attention.

"Say it! Who let you inside here?!"

He could not clearly see what the girl looked like, but it was easy to discern that she was a beauty. Approaching the bed, Kerr lifted up her chin to get a better look at who was this mysterious woman on his bed. In the next second, the woman suddenly jumped up and put her arms around his neck, panting heavily as if she was trying to catch at a straw.

"Please... Help me..."

The way she clung on to him and breathed heavily beside his ear made Kerr loose it. He couldn't tolerate it any longer!

Kerr grew up in a rich family, and had seen and done a lot of bad and dark things. It wasn't a big deal for him to take advantage of this poor and seemingly drugged girl.

'Anyone who is able to enter my room must have been instructed to get this woman for me. Is this something to cheer me up?' he thought with a devious smile on his lips.

Kerr leaned over and kissed the girl without hesitation.

Ring... ring!

Nicole Morgan's eyes fluttered open, awakening from the alarm on her phone that rang every morning. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to sit up and turn off the alarm, but she suddenly felt that there was something wrong...

'W...why am I naked? And, who- who's this man sleeping beside me?!' Nicole's hand went to her mouth as she tried to suppress her scream.

Rubbing her temples, she tried to recall the series of events that happened to her yesterday.

'Okay... I remember Gregory telling me that he had a surprise for me, and told me to wait for him at the hotel. Then Fiona poured me a glass of water.... and I drank that...

Then... that's when I started to get dizzy and was taken to this room!' Nicole's eyes widened in shock. She had long suspected that there was something going on between her boyfriend and her best friend -- Gregory Robinson and Fiona Finch. Even so, she never thought that they would plot against her like this!

Nicole got out of bed and got dressed quickly, intent on finding Gregory and Fiona. Just when she was about to leave, she looked back at the sleeping man on the bed. Even though she was drugged, he still asked her many times last night if what he was doing was okay. For Nicole, he was fairly innocent.

'He's quite good-looking!' Nicole thought to herself as she looked at his sharp features. 'Well... since he's so handsome, I guess I'm not totally at loss here, ' Nicole shrugged. Then, she took out some money from her bag and put it by the bed. Afterwards, she quietly left.

With no time to waste, Nicole got on a taxi and headed straight to Gregory's home. During the car ride, she imagined countless possibilities of what awaited her there. But when she finally got there, it was still a great blow for her.

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