Ghost Husband A Tale of Love and Redemption

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 Revenge Female-centered Divorce

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The giant gate of the beautiful mansion opens widely as Ragnar Evander, who is burdened by the unwanted marriage drives into the compound.

The surroundings of his mansion were beautiful, and adorning. He came out of the car and was angry, he has always been angry ever since married. He detested the very idea of being tied to a woman he never chose, Lyra, his wife, they were mated by the moon goddess, something that he didn't choose.

His footsteps echo a walk through the corridor, he enters the living room, with his stern face, that is how he felt whenever he came back to his house since the day he was forced into this union.

Darius Evander, his father, believed that Lyra's gentle nature would be the remedy for Ragnar's tough and rough way of living, but he couldn't love Lyra, he felt nothing but love towards her.

He proceeded to the bedroom, as he opened the bedroom he fell upon Lyra who was on the bed.

She had a little hope in her eyes and she welcomed him home just to make him happy even though he wasn't always happy with her, she said on the edge of the bed fidgeting her fingers nervously. This was how she felt whenever she was around Ragnar.

“You are back. I was worried because it was late. Welcome back,” she greeted sincerely, her eyes seeking approval and affection.

She sat up from the bed and walked to where Ragnar was standing I wanted to help him take off his briefcase, However, Ragnar responded to her harshly as he pushed her aside, causing her to stumble and fall onto the bed. She sat up with sadness in her eyes.

“Lyra, listen to me carefully. I will never love you, no matter what you do,” Ragnar declared, his words piercing through her heart. Tears streamed down Lyra's face as the harsh words of Ragnar pierced her heart.

“Ragner…” she whispered, her voice trembling. She was hurt by Ragnar's words.

“You know what, Lyra? I'm tired of this loveless marriage. I don't love you,” Ragnar spat out with frustration, the anger in his voice resonating in the room.

“Let's divorce,” he added, Lyra stared at him shockingly, she was not ready for a divorce, it was the moon goddess that paired them together, how could he ask for a divorce? She thought.

“No, I disagree. I won't accept this. Please, this is what your father wants,” Lyra pleaded, sniffing back the tears streaming down her face. Ragnar's anger lit up when Lyra mentioned his father.

“My father? No, this is not what my father wants. This is what you want. You manipulated my father into making us marry, and now you want to manipulate me,” he accused, with bitterness in his voice.

“I've never done anything wrong to you, Ragnar,” Lyra said, her defences crumbling against the accusations.

“I'll have to punish you. Strip,” Ragnar commanded, harshly as he began removing his clothes.

Lyra's eyes widened in fear, her heart pounding, she had been feeling weak and dizzy for some days now and wasn't strong enough for sex.

“No, please. I'm weak, and I don't think I can have sex tonight,” she said truthfully, she was indeed weak, but that alone provoked Ragnar's anger the more hearing her say so.

“What?! You can't even fulfil your duty as a wife?” he snapped, pushing her down onto the bed.

“No, please. I'm weak, and you are always rough when having sex with me, please,” she begged, her pleas falling on deaf ears.

“You have to do your duty as a wife,” Ragnar said kissing her aggressively on her neck, she knew that she could not struggle even if she wanted to struggle she didn't have the strength to.

She just allowed him to do whatever he wanted as a thrust in on her aggressively.

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