Destined for You

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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October 14, 2018 at around 3:22 in the afternoon, Stephanie was scanning her profile Facebook account when an unknown man appeared on her friend's list request. Because of curiosity, she confirmed the request. The picture of a man didn't interest her at all. Her motive was to get her mind out of all her frustrations in life.

Then, the man named Harry sent a message to her : "Hi, dear! How are you doing right now?"

Stephanie pondered for a while if she will reply or not. She looked closely at the screen of her phone with the message flashing in it.

Why is this man chatting with me now? Is he interested to make friends with me or he has an ulterior motive? Is he different from the other guys I've known? He looks like he's a good man. She thought while tapping her fingers on the table. Then she decided to reply to him.

On the other side, Harry was sitting in his office. Playing with his phone with a serious look on his face. When his phone got a message, he quickly scanned it.

The message came from the girl whom he sent a friend request. He bit his lower lips and started to ponder on how to respond to her. It has been 5 years since her wife died in an accident and from then onwards, his mind was focused on his work as an army general of the 3rd battalion division troops and to his only son which he left into his in-laws in Cyprus.

He read the message: " I feel tired. You look good, dear sir! How should I address you by the way?

Harry smiled after reading the message. He felt like his heart felt warm deep inside him. He thought that this girl must be interested in him.

He replied back. He tapped the letters on his phone screen and sent the message." Thank you for the compliment! Call me Harry."

Stephanie was getting bored while sitting in the kitchen. Then she saw a reply mail on her phone after a few minutes. She hastily opened the message and she smiled when Harry was so kind enough to respond to her message.

Her heart skipped a bit. She felt like there's something unusual with this man. Why does she feel like she is comfortable chatting with him? Her eyes glowed with excitement as she continued chatting with him.

"Okay, Harry!" She replied back.

Not knowing what will happen next, Harry responded again.

" So if you don't mind, can you send me few of your pictures so that I can see your beautiful face here?"

Without any make up on nor lipstick on her face, Stephanie tapped the camera icon on her phone and pictured herself. In her mind, if this guy continues to chat with him without complaining into her physical looks....She will probably continue having a little conversation with him. She sent her picture instantly.

After that, she sent a message to him.

"Sorry! I'm just being me. No makeups or anything. "

When Harry saw her respond, he smiled naughtily. He held his cellular phone firmly into his hands and tried to respond back to her.

"Wow! Beautiful! Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. You are really beautiful! What a beautiful eyes going together with your smiles."

Upon seeing his reply, Stephanie laughed a bit. Is he bluffing! What is this guy up to? Now, I'm really interested to know more about him. She thought.

She replied back to him with a mocking face. " Really now?" She questioned him.

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