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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CHAPTER ONE:

I remember it was this day during the second semester, that day I decided not to attend the church service because the previous day was tiring , I had spent it doing a casual job at a certain factory. I decided to go and relax at the lower pavilion and read a certain novel "After". I used to like Anna toad's novels because they used to carry me away. At the pavilion i found a group of ladies dancing, I planned to go back to the hostel and read it on my bed due to the noises made by those girls at the pavilion. As I was turning around, I heard a voice calling me from far behind. On responding the girl who called me came running and hugged me tightly, “Trevor I didn't think I could ever meet you, we are in the same school and I have never seen you?" She said it as she was still hugging me.

I recalled her face, we used to be desk mates back in our rural primary school. Her name was terry. Back then she was a very dangerous lady since she could fight boys, I used to fear her and so we were not free to each other even I wonder what made her miss me. I recall that day when i fell asleep and my hands fell on her tiny breasts back then, my friend what I saw that day made me hate her and did not ever think of being around her.

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