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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"Let it go, let it go! You'll never see me cry!" Anne Mo lay in the bathtub with her eyes closed. She was applying a facial mask while singing a song. It felt so good to be at home alone.

After singing, she removed the facial mask, got up from the bathtub, and dried her body and hair with a clean towel. She then applied lotion to her body evenly and carefully.

She was done with her nightly beauty regimen and was ready to sleep. Since she was alone at home, she could sleep in the big bed any way she liked.

Anne was in a good mood as she opened the bathroom door naked. However, she was startled by what she saw.

"George? What the..." Anne muttered incoherently. Her eyes widened in shock, staring at the man who was sitting quietly on the sofa.

George Liang raised his eyebrows when he heard the sound. His eyes then fell on Anne's naked body.

"Oh, honey, such a big gift. I'm really flattered," George said in a hoarse voice as he stood up from the sofa and approached her step by step.

"Hey, hey, hey! Aren't you on a business trip? How come you came back all of a sudden?" Anne was so scared that she stepped back. "George, you are a businessman. You should give importance to honesty. Today is Wednesday. It is Wednesday!"

Anne couldn't retreat anymore, but George was still approaching her. Left with no choice, she just leaned against the wall, stared at him with her eyes in horror, and covered herself tightly with her hands.

George looked at Anne up and down, scanning her from head to toe with his deep eyes. It made her tremble with fear.

He then looked into her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "You are afraid of me, aren't you?"

Anne cursed inwardly, 'Bullshit!' After their wedding night, she was not able to get out of bed for three days. She even had to apply an ointment for a month. 'If you were me, wouldn't you be afraid? I doubt anyone wouldn't be!'

Anne gritted her teeth with hatred, looked into his deep eyes that were like whirlpools, and said gingerly, "Yes, a little bit."

George pressed his thin lips into a straight line and stared at her pretty face for a long time. He then went into the bathroom without saying a word.

Anne breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the bathroom door closed. She then rushed to the wardrobe in full speed, took out her pajamas, and put them on.

She didn't want to be alone with George, so while he was taking a shower, she took a hairdryer, dried her hair hastily, and jumped onto the bed. She then pulled the quilt and covered herself tightly.

'Go to sleep, Anne. He won't do anything when you are asleep, ' she told herself.

However, she underestimated George's eroticism.

Even if she had successfully fallen asleep, George still woke her up mercilessly.

Half asleep and half awake, Anne opened her eyes. And the first thing she saw was George's handsome face.

She grabbed the quilt that he pulled away, covered her chest, and reminded him again, "Today is Wednesday. You said that we will only have sex on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays."

"It's already past twelve midnight so it's Thursday now," George said in a low voice with an adamant look.

Anne subconsciously raised her eyes and looked at the wall clock. Indeed, it was two past twelve.

Her face flushed as rage surged up in her heart. She lost her tongue for a moment. After a while, she snapped, "You are breaking the rule!"

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