Intimate Conspiracy

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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In Green City.

Bush Building.

In the office of the CEO.

Sitting beside the office table, Johnson Bush signed his signatures quickly. His handsome face looked too indifferent to others due to he kept a straight face all the time.

Imposing manner was exuded from him, warning others that's his territory.

The phone rang, he looked at the phone screen for a moment, and then picked up the phone to his ear.

"What's up?"

The two words were spoken from his mouth indifferently, without any emotion.

On the other end of the line, Jennifer Watson hesitated for a moment. Finally, she said, "Johnson, Sophie is back. She is in South Cemetery."

Silently, on the other end of the line. The speaker rang off before Jennifer spoke again.

The tension in the office was intensified. The nip had broken off with a snap, leaving a cut in the paper.

The deep and bottomless eyes twinkled with excitement. The surging emotions turned to calm after an instant.

Sophie Wood. Johnson's lips moved soundlessly and said the two words.

After three years, you finally came back.

At the gate of South Cemetery.

Turning around again, Sophie looked at the only gravestone not far away. With a heavier heart, she left the cemetery.

Preoccupied with too many problems, she walked with her head lowered so that she didn't notice a car was coming towards her at full speed when crossing the intersection. At such an urgent point, an arm of a mature male put around her waist with a strong power, and pulled her into an embrace tightly.

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