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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"I must gather some evidence of Lenny's infidelity today!"

Scarlet Brown clenched and unclenched her hands to relieve some of her anxiety. She fixed her peaked cap, lowered her head to avoid the surveillance cameras, and walked into a fancy club.

Today, she was here to catch her husband cheating on her.

She hadn't seen Lenny Foster since they got married.

In truth, their marriage was meaningless. They didn't love each other, and it was a waste of their time to be together.

Recently, one of Scarlet's good friends abroad told her that she often saw Lenny hanging out with a woman, and he was intimate with her.

After getting that piece of information, Scarlet set out to collect some proof of Lenny's unfaithfulness so that when she divorced him, she would have the upper hand.

From a distance, Scarlet saw a woman take Lenny into a presidential suite. The door was left ajar. Scarlet carefully approached and listened in through the crack. She heard the woman talking to someone on the phone.

"I know. I won't fail this time. I'll install a camera later to record us having sex and then threaten him with the tape..."

Hearing this, Scarlet frowned.

What was going on? Was that woman trying to set up Lenny?

Although Scarlet didn't have any feelings for her husband, she also couldn't stand around and do nothing while someone tried to trick him and then blackmail him.

She gritted her teeth and stamped her foot. She rushed into the room and then locked the door behind her.

"Who's there?" the woman called out when she heard the noise.

Scarlet didn't waste time talking to her. She just strode forward and knocked the woman out. Then, Scarlet tied her up and dragged her into the bathroom.

Fortunately, she was strong enough to knock out the woman instantly.

After making sure that the woman was completely unconscious, Scarlet walked toward the bed and stared at the man lying on it. She supposed that today wasn't the day that she would get proof of his infidelity.

She grabbed a quilt and covered Lenny with it. Then, she turned off the light on the bedside table and was about to leave. But unexpectedly, someone grabbed her by the wrist.

"Ouch. What the..."

The next second, she was being tossed in the air, and then she found herself on her back on the bed. Lenny climbed on top of her.

In the darkness, Lenny could only tell that the woman he was about to sleep with was very petite. For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity with her, as if he had met her before.

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