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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

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The doctor looked at Caroline Harper with a smile and said, "Miss Harper, congratulations! You are two months pregnant."

Caroline was surprised to hear this. She took the test result from the doctor and looked at it carefully. Was she really pregnant?

After confirming it, she left the doctor's office joyfully. She was so happy that when she got to the door, she took out her phone and made a phone call.

"What's up?" As soon as her call was connected, a man's deep voice sounded from the other end of the line.

Caroline called Damian Mayson, her husband. When she heard his cold voice, she felt a little sad. But when she thought of the good news that she was pregnant, she became happy again.

She was about to say something, but she hesitated for a while. In the end, she just said, "Are you coming back tonight? I have something to tell you."

Caroline thought she'd better tell him the news in person later.

"I'm not sure."

After saying this, Damian hung up the phone without even giving her a chance to say something more.

Caroline sighed and returned home. As soon as she entered the door and took off her shoes, she heard a harsh voice coming from the living room. "Caroline, where have you been all afternoon? You left without doing the housework. I've been calling you, but you're not answering your phone. How dare you!"

It was Damian's mother, Megan Mayson. She stood up, looked at Caroline disgustedly, and snapped, "Hurry and cook dinner now!"

Caroline lowered her head. She was already used to Megan's attitude, so she didn't retort. Instead, she replied in a weak voice, "Okay, Mom."

Caroline had already eaten dinner, but Damian had not returned home yet. She sat in the living room to wait for him. She couldn't help touching her belly, feeling a little disappointed.

It was late at night, and she had fallen asleep on the sofa. She only woke up when she vaguely heard the sound of a car outside.

Then Damian, in a black suit, came in. He was handsome, but he exuded a cold aura.

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