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.
A manicured fingernail tapping a relentless, staccato rhythm against the cold marble counter of the City Clerk's Office.
Across the barrier, the clerk stared at his computer screen, his brow furrowed so deeply.
He typed something, hit backspace, and typed again.
"Is there a problem?" Haleigh asked. Her voice was steady. "It's just a copy of the license. I need it for the trust fund audit."
The clerk finally looked up. His expression was pity.
"Mrs... Oliver," he corrected himself, looking at the name on her ID. "I've searched by your name, by Mr. Cooley's name, and by the date of the ceremony. There is no record of a returned marriage license."
Haleigh let out a short, incredulous laugh. "That's impossible. We had three hundred guests at the Plaza. It was in Vogue."
She fumbled with her phone, her fingers slipping on the smooth screen as she pulled up the photos. "Look. That's us. That's the officiant."
The clerk glanced at the screen. He pushed his glasses up his nose. "Ma'am, a ceremony is a ceremony. But legally, the officiant-or the couple-must return the signed license to this office within sixty days. If that document wasn't filed, the marriage isn't valid. In the eyes of the State of New York, you are single."
The world tilted.
Haleigh gripped the edge of the counter to keep from swaying. A memory flashed, sharp and blinding. Gray, three years ago, standing in their hotel suite, loosening his tie. "Don't worry about the paperwork, babe. I'll handle the filing. You just relax. You're a Cooley now."
He had insisted. He had been so sweet, so protective.
"Thank you," she whispered.
She turned and walked out of the building. The noon sun hit her like a physical blow, blinding and hot.
Single.
She wasn't Haleigh Cooley. She had never been.
She walked blindly toward the curb, her hand shaking as she reached into her oversized tote bag for her iPad. She carried it everywhere to sync Gray's schedule with hers. A dutiful wife. A perfect executive assistant disguised as a partner.
The device vibrated in her hand.
She looked down. A notification banner stretched across the top of the screen.
iCloud Photo Sharing Invitation: "Our Little Secret"
Haleigh frowned. She didn't recognize the sender immediately, but her thumb hovered over the 'Accept' button. The sender's name was unfamiliar, but the title was a blade twisted in the gut. Our Little Secret.
The album loaded instantly.
The first photo was a close-up of a hand holding a pregnancy test. Two pink lines. The background was unmistakable-the cedar deck of the Cooley family's estate in the Hamptons.
Haleigh stopped walking.
She swiped.
The next image was a screenshot of a text message thread. The contact name was "My Love."
Happy third anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift we could give the family. I promise, once the trust unlocks, we're done with the charade.
The timestamp was from this morning.
Haleigh's stomach revolted. Bile rose in her throat, hot and acidic. She stumbled toward a metal trash can on the corner. She dry heaved, her eyes watering, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Three years.
The trust fund stipulation. Gray only got full access to the principal amount after three years of marriage. Today was the last day.
The pieces slammed together with the force of a car crash. The unfiled license. The "infertility" issues Gray had been so supportive about. The way his mother, the matriarch of the Cooley empire, looked at her with thinly veiled disdain.
They didn't just cheat on her.
She wasn't a wife being cheated on. She was a prop. A placeholder used to fool the trust executors until Gray could secure the money and discard her without losing half his assets in a divorce. Because there was no divorce if there was no marriage. They needed a three-year paper trail for the trust executors. A public performance. Gray must have forged interim documents, or maybe he planned to file the real license today, at the last possible second, after the money was irrevocably his.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. A tremor ran through her limbs, but beneath the nausea, something else was igniting.
She hailed a yellow cab.
She slid into the backseat.
"Where to?" the driver asked, eyeing her in the rearview mirror.
"Cooley Tower," she started to say, but the words died on her lips. No. Not there. Not yet.
"Midtown," she said instead. "An address on Madison Avenue." It was the building that housed the city's most ruthless private investigation firm.
She pulled out her phone. Her fingers, which had been trembling moments ago, were now steady. She opened an encrypted messaging app and found the contact for her college roommate, now a shark of a lawyer.
Need a forensic accounting of Gray Cooley's asset transfers. Now. And I need a PI.
She switched apps to Instagram. At the top of her feed was a post from Brylee Franklin. Her best friend. Her confidante. The woman who had held her hand during negative pregnancy tests.
The photo showed two crystal champagne flutes clinking against a sunset. The caption: Feeling blessed. New beginnings.
Haleigh zoomed in on the champagne glass.
In the distorted reflection of the golden liquid, she saw him. The blurry but undeniable profile of Gray Cooley.
She dug her nails into her palms until the skin broke, the sharp pain grounding her.
She opened her purse and pulled out a tube of lipstick. Ruby Woo. A deep, blood red.
She applied it carefully, tracing the curve of her lips.
"Since I'm not Mrs. Cooley," she whispered to the empty cab, "I'll just have to be Haleigh Oliver."
Chapter 1 1
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Chapter 2 2
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Chapter 3 3
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Chapter 4 4
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Chapter 5 5
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Chapter 6 6
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Chapter 7 7
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Chapter 8 8
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Chapter 9 9
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Chapter 10 10
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Chapter 11 11
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Chapter 12 12
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Chapter 13 13
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Chapter 14 14
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Chapter 15 15
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Chapter 16 16
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Chapter 17 17
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Chapter 18 18
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Chapter 19 19
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Chapter 20 20
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Chapter 21 21
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Chapter 22 22
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Chapter 23 23
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Chapter 24 24
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Chapter 25 25
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Chapter 26 26
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Chapter 27 27
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Chapter 28 28
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Chapter 29 29
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Chapter 30 30
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Chapter 31 31
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Chapter 32 32
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Chapter 33 33
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Chapter 34 34
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Chapter 35 35
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Chapter 36 36
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Chapter 37 37
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Chapter 38 38
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Chapter 39 39
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Chapter 40 40
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