Little Wife of the Crippled CEO

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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Such a sunny day, the weather in Jakarta seemed so favorable this morning. Although the air still feels cold, it cannot stop people who have started their morning activities.

A beautiful girl looks cool shooting surrounding objects with a camera in her hand. Every now and then his lips curl upwards looking at the shots he takes. The girl is Amayra Catra.

Amayra P.O.V.

Hello! Introduce me Amayra Catra. I am the girl of a famous businessman named Baron Catra, CEO of Catra's Group. I'm 18 years old. I'm in senior high school at the current senior year. I really like the world of photography, for that I never let go with my camera that I always carry everywhere. And there's one hobby I can't avoid: eating! Hehe. I can't control my portions if I'm hungry, but luckily I am, because no matter how much I eat my body is never fat.

It was Sunday, I was in a park not far from my house. Today was really boring I had nothing to do at all other than taking pictures, but this successfully relieved my boredom. Ah, yes, I'm waiting for someone too. He's my best friend Kevin Gunanda.

"Dorrrrr!" Someone suddenly startled me from behind, tskck who else if not Kevin.

"Aaaaa I'm surprised!" I said in a contrived tone. Although I was actually surprised.

"Tskck! Your expression is so ugly!" snorted Kevin.

"Hey! You almost dropped my camera stupid! Why do you like to make people's children hearty, huh?" I annoyed.

"Heartwork? Then why aren't you dead now?" replied Kevin originally. I automatically twelted his head quite hard, "You want me to die?"

"Damn it! I regret telling you to come here." Kevin grimaced, feel you!

Tskck the boy was really annoying, I decided to sit on one of the park benches, my gaze straight ahead watching the little guys who were playing with his family.

It felt good, my heart calmed down looking at them. Seeing the harmony of their family, I miss my mother, she passed away 8 years ago due to an accident.

"Hey, are you daydreaming?"

"Huh?"

I blinked at Kevin's scream. Sometimes I often ignore him if I meet like this.

"Tsk, you told me to come here just to see you daydreaming so?"

"Hehe, sorry," I replied with my innocent smile.

"Tsk, you!" Kevin ruffled my hair just to make my hairdo a little messy.

"Kevin, let's have some ice cream," I asked.

"You're crazy, this kind of cold weather you want ice cream?" asked Kevin incredulously.

"Have you forgotten I'm an ice cream enthusiast, Kevin?"

"It's useless for me to persuade you, just buy it yourself," Kevin replied ignorantly.

"Accompany me..." I whined spoiled while tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. Trust me, that man could never refuse my request.

"Ishh is good good spoiled princess, this time I am kind to you. Come on!"

Amayra P.O.V End

The young couple was seen walking side by side, maybe those who saw them were lovers. But in reality they are just friends.

Amayra is busy with the camera in her hand, occasionally licking the blueberry ice cream in her left hand. As for Kevin, the man just snorted resentfully because again the girl ignored him.

"Aren't you tired of that ugly camera of yours?" Kevin plucked his lips.

"Once again you say that, I'll tear your mouth off!" threatened Amayra.

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