Spoilt by My CEO Husband

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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“Please help me to pick up the cake in the kitchen!”

“Please clean up this table!”

“Please pay online in front of this home!”

"Linar, please help take care of Sintia's son, move to his room on the upper floor because Sintia is taking care of her other son, so you don't go anywhere!" Aunt Ira repeatedly made Linar misunderstood, on the one hand he wanted to accompany Dean and participate in the seven-month event of his cousin Dean. He was in the house of his grandfather, Dean.

She initially offered herself to help three housekeepers who seemed troubled to prepare and clean the house because he was the only daughter-in-law who didn’t bother taking care of the children.

But she felt that aunt Ira was taking advantage of it with the pretext of understanding each other and helping at a time when everyone was having trouble taking care of their cultural events and caring for the children.

The smiling little Linar saw the one-and-a-half-year-old batita in her bow, in her heart she hoped to soon get the gift of a child.

“Linar!"

Linar’s contact stared at her mother-in-law who was approaching.

“What is there, Mom?”

“Why haven’t you mixed up with others? Did Dean even look for you twice?”

“I have to take care of Wilmar. From then on he cried and worried that if I took him there I would disrupt her show," Say Linar sorry.

“Why doesn’t his mother, if Sintia is busy taking care of her first child, still have his father?” Tagged Gayatri

Linar could only cheat on him if he told him it was difficult to reject the orders of Aunt Ira who did not cover up her dislike for herself

“Gayatri, why are you here?” Ira’s intrusion made them both look with different faces.

“Ira, please call Sintia's husband, ok! to take her son from Linar. Because Dean has been looking for his wife ever since!"

“Sintia's husband is talking to uncle Sutedjo, so she’s not going to be bothered because I think Linar has no other obligations because she doesn’t have a child, so what’s wrong if I ask help her who knows this could be a spongy on having a child if she is healthy.”

"Ira, please keep your words, and don't humiliate Linar just because she doesn't have a child so you can tell her as you like!" by Gayatri.

“What happened, Sis?” Everyone looked at the newly arrived Aunt Ambar.

“Usually, Gayatri was offended because I asked wife of his son for help while we were busy taking care of the kids and the event.”

"Sis, let her brother Ira ask for help to Linar, so she accepts it, it's true that Linar is not in a hurry, because she doesn't have a conversation in this show, too."

Linar was squeezed, feeling like he wanted to rise to the floor, hugging herself and crying. She does not want to be able to give birth to her husband and daughter. She doesn’t want to make herself the object of the parent’s quarrel here. She was ashamed to get the attention of the people who watched across the swimming pool and the terrace in front of it even the ad of the person who stopped and watched him behind the barrier glass. She was embarrassed.

"Sorry Aunt, but I have to meet Dean, maybe there's what he needs' ' Says Linar, who managed to sound without shaking.

Linar gave the sleeping Wilmar to Aunt Ira, who was the batita’s grandmother, without covering a rejecting look without a word.

When she smiled, she walked in the direction her mother told her.

"Dean”

“Linar, oh god! I've been looking for you, where have you been?”

"Sorry i'm on the upper floor to keep Wilmar crying," said Linar smiling while taking the mug that Dean was holding, she stood out of thirst.

“You must be Linar’s wife Dean, right?”

Linar stared and was immediately uncomfortable because the gaze scanned her appearance from the bottom up of the interlocutor who denied her.

“Who are they?” Ask in the heart.

“Linar, introduce this to Uncle Anto and Aunt Weni. They were the parents of his friend Wisnu who had an event and my friend too" Clearly Dean introduced them

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