The family rivalry

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 ballroom glittered with the kind of excess only the elite could afford. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls, their light casting a golden sheen over the crowd. Celina Monroe took a steadying breath as she adjusted the sleek black dress hugging her curves. The air buzzed with conversation, but beneath the refined elegance was the ever-present pulse of competition.

She wasn't here for the champagne or the meaningless small talk. Tonight was about business-and about proving she could hold her own against Montgomery's wealthiest power players.

"Deep breaths, Celina," she murmured to herself, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle from her dress. This gala marked her first major step toward securing a partnership that could elevate her boutique marketing firm into the upper echelons of corporate influence.

The last thing she needed was a distraction.

Which meant the universe was clearly out to get her.

"Didn't think I'd see you here, Monroe."

That voice. Low, smooth, and instantly recognizable. The sound scraped against her nerves like it always had.

Celina turned slowly, already regretting it. And there he was-Jake Hawthorne. Looking just as insufferably polished as he had in college. His tailored charcoal-gray suit fit his frame with casual perfection, and his dark hair was styled in a way that made it seem as if he hadn't tried at all. But his piercing green eyes still held the same cocky glint that set her teeth on edge.

"Jake," she said coolly, tilting her chin upward. "I figured you'd still be busy coasting on your father's legacy."

His smirk deepened. "And I figured you'd still be bitter about coming in second."

Her blood heated. Of course, he had to mention it. Their rivalry in college had been the stuff of legend-a never-ending battle of wits and ambition. She had worked harder than anyone, fought for every opportunity. And he had still beaten her for the valedictorian title by a razor-thin margin.

"I've been doing just fine on my own," she said, keeping her voice even. "Unlike some people, I don't need my last name to open doors."

Jake chuckled softly, the sound far too pleased. "Still scrappy. I always liked that about you."

She should walk away. Engaging him never ended well. But there was something about his calm arrogance that made her want to prove him wrong all over again.

"What are you even doing here?" she asked. "I didn't realize real estate tycoons had time for charity events."

"We do when the right partnerships are at stake," he said, his gaze flicking over her with unsettling focus. "I hear Monroe Marketing is in the running for the Kingsley contract. Ambitious of you."

Her pulse quickened. The Kingsley Group was one of the most sought-after clients in the region, and landing their account would be a game-changer. Of course, Jake knew. He always knew how to find the weak spot and press it.

"Let me guess," she said. "Your family wants it, too."

"Naturally," he said, as if the outcome was already decided. "And you should know by now-I don't lose."

Celina stepped closer, her voice a near whisper. "You might want to prepare for disappointment. I'm not that girl you could outmaneuver anymore."

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