One cause two loves

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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South Korea, Busan.

Incheon International Airport

Hi, I'm Seo Hyung Joon,

I've been writing this since a few years ago, I don't know the reason why I like writing like this, maybe because I don't know who to tell the complexities in my romance to and this white paper becomes a confidant, well you could say that. Do you know what this book contains? I always fill it with the name Asiyah, yes my first love and also my first wound, a little painful. Indeed!

What I'm writing, might just be a reminder that I once loved a very perfect figure, that's my opinion. I admit I'm not a poetic man, let alone a man full of romance, I'm a stiff man, that's the real me.

Sorry, yes I started with the word sorry. I'm sorry that I begged Asiyah to stay by her side.

Back then, I was a secret admirer, I admired her for her heart, her Sholehah, her soft speech, her mature thinking, her adorable behavior, it really amazed me. I admire her and love her, I really do. Having Asiyah is the most beautiful thing in life, that's the truth and I feel it every time I look at her my heart feels happy.

I really want to marry him and have a happy little family, I also want to be called Appa and want to be bothered by my child later. Whenever I think of him, I always fail not to smile. But I realized that as I got older, I was living love wrong, I loved him with my ego. My human ego sometimes makes me forget that the universe won't give me things that aren't mine, and in the end it's only me who feels it myself...

I ~~

The writing was cut off at the end of the word 'I'. Seo's chest felt stabbed reading the pain of her own heart, her eyes glazed over slightly as she noticed a small photo of Asiyah that she had taped to the corner of her book.

Forgetting and then letting go, in fact it is not that easy to get rid of feelings that are deeply embedded in the heart. Day after day continues to roll by but the feeling of love will continue to weigh on his heart.

Seo took a deep breath before continuing her writing. However, his intention was stopped when suddenly his cell phone in his pocket vibrated and Seo reached into his pocket and opened the phone. Visible on the screen is a message notification. And, Seo immediately clicked on the message and read it.

[Alhamdulillah, Masha Allah, TabarakAllah, you know I'm crying writing this message to you, right now I'm very happy. I have become a father, my wish that I have always wanted to realize, really, I can't describe how happy I am. Thank you, thank you for reuniting me and Asiyah. I am very grateful to you. Our first child is a boy and we gave the name Khalis Ghufran Adsiy, the meaning you find yourself, I can no longer type, but clearly I demand you to come here soon, just watch out if you don't see Khalis. Asiyah and I are eagerly awaiting your arrival. Oh yes, pray for us to be able to be trustworthy parents. May Khalis emulate our Prophet in the hereafter. Remember, I am waiting for your arrival. Prayers from us, may Allah grant you the best partner who is ready to accompany you to heaven-Nya✌️]

Seo immediately turned off her cell phone without replying. Fate was not in line with her wishes. Realize yourself, Asiyah won't come, is it really this hard to forget Asiyah?

Little by little, her heart felt relieved. Fortunately, the seat Seo was now sitting in was near a window where she could see the beautiful scenery below.

After feeling better, Seo resumed writing and was again thwarted by a notification that appeared on her phone screen.

His cell phone, which was lying not far away, allowed Seo to see who the message was from. Seo breathed a sigh of relief because it was no longer from Adam but this time his mama, then Seo immediately grabbed the cell phone and opened the message.

[Already on the plane? I can't wait to introduce you to the woman of my choice. She's so perfect Nak. Hurry up dear, I miss you]

For the umpteenth time, Seo let out a long sigh. This is why Seo always makes excuses not to go home, Seo is very lazy if she has to discuss the wedding, let alone meet with her college friends.

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