Louise Anthonys super wife

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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His Untouchable Super Wife

Written by

Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella)

Chapter One.

It was her payday.

A day every working individual in the world always looked forward to, and Tessa Rashford wasn't an expectation.

Just like the other waitresses standing in a straight line, all were dressed in their usual knee-length polka dot gown, with fatigue written boldly on their faces.

Another hectic day of working in a fast food restaurant had come to an end, and unlike the previous where everyone was eager to return home, they were patient to receive their pay.

"And lastly, Tessa." Mr. Carl, a lanky dark-skinned man with a hideous bowl cut called with an envelope dangling freely from his hand.

The blue-eyed unarguably pulchritudinous 24-year-old stepped forward then, doing a light bow, accepted the envelope from his hand.

Yet, she wasn't quick enough, since his loose grip on it made it fall to the floor.

"Go on - pick it up pretty." That term used mostly to address attractive ladies as dumb was infuriating, but Tessa remained calm.

She didn't spare him a glance, instead picking it up and straightening herself, flashed Mr. Carl a thankful smile.

It vexed him immensely - every single worker of the restaurant distaste her.

The female mostly because of her charming personality, undeniably otherworldly beauty, and curvy body.

And the males considered her a bitch - one that stuck herself with a poor bastard known as Tony, her boyfriend.

Countless attempts have been made by multiple to get her attention, yet Tessa is madly in love with Tony.

"Everyone, get the fuck out of my restaurant!" Mr. Carl, clearly outraged by Tessa's calm reaction, snarled at his workers.

Soon, they exited the building, and stepping out of it to meet his absence, Tessa sighed.

"Where the hell is he?" She muttered, worried about Tony's absence.

Usually, he'd be here with his bike to pick her up, but lately, he didn't show up.

"Mind riding with me?" One of her co-workers, the cleaner, who surprisingly owned a bike, hollered at Tessa.

"I appreciate your concern but no," Icily, she retorted and, despite how late it was, began her journey to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend.

"Such a stupid girl!"

She heard them insult her yet wasn't going to glance at him or talk more or less of responding to their words.

Tessa was more than ready to get immersed in a limitless ocean of insults for Tony's sake.

"Perhaps something's wrong." She halted then tried his mobile number for the umpteenth time, and heartbreakingly, he didn't pick up.

"What if something's happened to him? Maybe I should take a cab."

Tessa, now standing by the sidewalk of the busy streets thought, but as her blue eyes caught sight of a charming jacket, reconsidered.

"That'd fit Tony perfectly!"

★

Fortune seemingly wasn't by her side that night, since it unexpectedly began raining.

Due to the fact her recently gotten salary was spent entirely on getting a new jacket for her boyfriend, Tessa had to walk in the rain.

Being someone with a weak body constitution, it didn't take long before she began shivering like a drenched cat.

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