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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In the suburb of N City.

A young woman stood beside an abandoned road.

With a suitcase in her hand, she stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

She looked like only in her early twenties.

She wore a white dress, a high ponytail, and her clear and pure appearance was very beautiful from a distance.

It was difficult for anyone to connect such a girl with a murderer.

But she was Holley Ye, the murderer who was sentenced to jail four years ago.

A black Audi A6 slowly drove over and stopped in front of Holley Ye.

The door was pushed open. A refined man got off the car and walked towards Holley Ye with a smile.

"Come here, give me a hug."

Then he opened his arms and held Holley Ye in his arms like a real gentleman.

"Moore, thank you for picking me up."

Leaning against his shoulder, Holley Ye whispered her thanks.

"Only strangers will say 'thank you'," Moore Mo pretended to be unhappy and complained. Then he took the suitcase from her hand and said, "Get in the car. Let's go home now. We can talk later."

However, before they got on the car, the Audi A6 had been hit by a truck that was running at a high speed.

The Audi A6 rolled over in midair, and then fell down onto the ground a hundred meters away.

A deep pit was formed on the ground and the car was completely damaged.

Both Moore Mo and Holley Ye were shocked by what they saw.

Fortunately, they hadn't gotten in the car. If they had been in it just now, they would have been badly mutilated by now.

Before they could react, a Maserati raced over and stopped half a meter away from Holley Ye.

The window was rolled down a centimeter from the inside.

She vaguely saw a man sitting in the car.

He slowly spoke, in an overbearing, almost commanding tone. "Get in the car!"

"Your friend?"

Holley Ye looked at Moore Mo and asked with uncertainty.

"I don't know him."

Moore Mo shook his head.

Holley Ye frowned slightly and said angrily, "I don't know you. Why should I get in your car? I warn you, Moore Mo is the most famous lawyer in N City. If you harass me, he will sue you! "

"Get in the car."

The overbearing voice came from the car again.

Immediately, the window was all rolled down.

Holley Ye saw the man in the car clearly.

He was still as handsome as ever. His marble-like face alone was enough to attract thousands of girls.

This man was no one else but Ron Mu who was as dazzling as the diamond.

When Holley Ye looked into his eyes, her lips slightly trembled.

For her, this man was not a stranger, but the man who held a grand wedding with her four years ago.

That year, when she just entered the university, this man chased after her.

At that time, she was so pure that she couldn't resist him. Therefore, she became his girlfriend.

Six months later, they had a wedding.

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