Brothers Apart

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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"Ding! Ding!!" The bell rang signifying leisure period. Richard Edward hissed as he stretched his perplexed body. He looked at the wall clock and it was eleven o'clock.

"I still have some files to tackle,so I guess I'll ignore today's leisure" He said to himself while yawning tiredly staring at the piles of files resting on his table. His head were hurting really bad but he had to round up the files.

Richard Edward,a middle class citizen of New York. He had two kids, Ixora Edward his only daughter been his first child and Jerry Edward his only son. His wife Aurora is a business woman who owns a jewelry store. Their family was one of the most envied family, people wished to have such a happy family. Their kids were well trained with good moral behavior which other parents wished for their own children.

Richard removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes before cracking his fingers.

"Today has been such a hectic day" He mumbled replacing a file with another one.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in" he ordered and the door opened. His co-worker Sasha Zic came in. She held a cup of coffee.

"Good day Richard" She said dropping it on the table.

He only nodded his head in response with his eyes still glued to his system. She placed her hands on the table pushing her chest down,freely exposing her flawless cleaves.

"Uhm... aren't you going out to have lunch, it's leisure period" She remained him whining her mouth.

"No I still have some files to tackle" He replied raising up his head and took a sip from the coffee.

"I can help you" She stuttered.

"I never asked for your help or did I?" He asked ceasing his eyebrows. "Please leave my office" He ordered and she rolled her eyes seductively.

"Okay then,but don't hesitate to call me Incase you need my assistance" She stood upright and fling her hair backwards seductively before turning around slowly, cat walking to the door. She turned around to see Richard staring at her disgustingly, she opened the door,winked at him before leaving.

"Jezebel!" He scoffed and continued his work.

Sasha was noting but a pain in his neck,he had never liked her but she keeps forcing her self on him.

Edward's Estate

Ixora came out of her room and walked down the stairs to the sitting room. She looked at her wrist watch,it was past twelve. She wore her pink sneakers before leaving the house.

She went to the garage where she packed her motorcycle,she mounted on it, wore her helmet and ignited the engine and zoomed out of the estate. She was going to pick her little brother from school.

Ixora was seventeen years old and was done with high school while preparing to get an admission into college.

She was a tall, slender girl with long dark hairs which flowed on her flawless skin. She was popular in her estate because of her special skills which she possessed for driving motorcycle. Right from her tender age,she was a lover of motorcycles and her dad got her one when she was in final year in highschool.

She went through driving skills and she learned really fast than expected.

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