Mr CEO Please Marry My Mommy

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

Xiao Xiaosu

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 Revenge Female-centered Divorce

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"Stop! You can't marry that girl, Mr. Louis Harper. I will never give you my blessing!"

Everyone gasped at that cute, high-pitched voice, and Louis was no exception.

He was kneeling on the floor, holding a ring box. When he turned his head, his jaw dropped. His eyes widened, not believing what they had caught.

A little girl was putting her hands on her hips at the entrance of the restaurant!

Her bear jumpsuit made her look super cute, especially with her puffed-up chubby cheeks and forced-to-look-scary eyes.

"Gosh! Who is that little girl? How dare she ruin my proposal?" Louis thought, furious.

A week ago ....

"I'm not sure about telling you this, but I think you deserve to know. Louis is planning to propose to his girlfriend this Saturday. Maybe there's something you want to tell him. Do it before it's too late."

Sky tried to forget that information many times. However, her best friend's voice kept echoing.

The shadow of Louis, her first love, also refused to leave her mind. The longer Sky's eyes were closed, the clearer his face became. Their togetherness in the past was replayed, a togetherness that had never happened again since they lost contact several years ago.

"Tch, why do I keep thinking about him? Come on, Sky. He never even contacted you again. Why remember him?" Sky reminded herself. Every now and then, she wiped the corners of her eyes. "Besides, you're happy with Summer now."

As if knowing that her name was on her mother's mind, the little girl lying beside Sky, sat up.

"Mommy, why aren't you sleeping yet?" the four-year-old toddler asked.

Sky flinched at that sweet voice. She quickly wiped her tears, and turned around. Seeing her daughter's withered face, she stroked it.

"Honey, why aren't you sleeping yet? Did I bother you?"

Summer nodded. "You seemed restless, Mommy. You've been moving around a lot. Are you sad because Uncle Louis is going to marry someone else?"

Sky's eyes widened. "Why did you say that?"

"You have seemed gloomy since you spoke to Aunt Emily on the phone."

"You listened to our conversation?"

Summer nodded. "Will you follow Aunt Emily's advice, Mommy?"

"W-what advice?"

"About expressing your feelings to Uncle Louis."

While Sky was stunned, Summer blinked innocently. She continued her words, "Actually .... I know that you like Uncle Louis, Mommy. Your eyes always sparkle whenever you talk about him."

After one short breath, Summer asked, "Will you ruin his proposal?"

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