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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.

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"Mommy, Mommy!"

I heard yelling from outside of my bedroom. The yelling woke me up from my sleep, So I begun to get up from my bed. My head turned looking at the clock reading 3:05 A.M. I snapped my head again in front of me when the door creaked open showing my little Miya.

She stood there with her pink zebra pattern pajamas and bunny slippers. She looked so cute with her curly brown messy hair, and her big milky brown eyes. She rubbed her eyes tiredly looking at me.

"Mom bathromf pwease?" She said with pleading eyes.

"Okay, sweetheart let's go."

This time I got off from the comfy bed and swung my legs over. Once my feet touched the floor, I hurriedly walked across my bedroom to Miya. I scooped her up in my arms walking fast to the bathroom making sure she doesn't pee on herself.

Once I entered the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat up. I sat her the on the toilet and squatted down so I was eye level with her and began my routine that I do every time encouraging her when she needed to use the restroom.

"Come on my girl, you got it. Come on, baby girl you can do it!" After a little words of encouragement she finally peed.

I picked her up from the toilet seat and stood her up on the ground, helping her put her pajamas pants on. I than proceeded to lift her up again and sat her on my legs and between the sink. I pumped the soap on her hand and washed them with warm water. Once the soap was gone from her hands I sat her on the ground again and walked her to her room.

Her room was a decent size. It wasn't too big nor too small. Her walls were pink and purple, which matched her bed comforter which was pink with purple dots. She also had a dresser on the side of the room with her favorite books and movies.

I walked her to her bed and laid her down. Once I wiggled her in the bed and tucked her in, I faced her, and cradled her in my arms.

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