My Surprise Wedding To The Billionaire

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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Ivanna just graduated with her best friend, Ivy Simmons. Some of their friends decided to hang out and go clubbing to the famous club, The Ash Club in USA. She was wildly dancing when her phone was ringing.

"Ugh, Ivy who is it?" she asked. Ivy took out her phone.

"it's your mom!" she mouthed.

"Oh shit!" she cursed.

She quickly grabs her phone to her and ran out from the club, her parents were so strict for her to let her go out and go on a club with some sort of her friends.

"Hello mom." She spoke.

"Honey, we need you to come home as fast as you can." Her mom from the other line said. She was shocked and surprised.

"Mom, my flight is still by the second week of the month." She said groaning.

"I know but you need to come home immediately." By that, her mom ended the call.

She was spectacularly hopeless, she went back inside to find out that her friends were all drunk and expectedly, Ivy was the only one who isn't.

"So, what did she say?" Ivy asks her, she groaned.

"I hate it, they're telling me to go home." She spoke.

"What? All of a sudden!" Ivy said.

"Obviously, I don't know but she told me to go home as soon as possible." She groaned.

Ivy was hopeless to help her out, it was already her parents they were both talking. They decided to go home already. Ivy Simmons is also daughter of her parents' business partner. She was with her since they were in college. Early in the morning, Ivanna and Ivy packed her things off and got on the very first flight going home to London. Ivy sent her off to the airport.

"So, this is it." She hugs her.

"I'm going to miss you!" Ivy hugs her tightly.

"Going to miss you too!" she said back.

Ivy and Ivanna was waving goodbye to each other, it was hard for Ivanna to leave her but her parents needed her. After few hours, she just landed to the London airport. She messages her mother about it and that they already sent their driver to fetch her up.

"Welcome home Miss Ivanna!" the driver said.

"Thank you, uncle, Roman." She said smiling.

The driver puts her baggage to the trunk, she quickly went inside to rest.

"Ugh." She sighed.

"So, how's going on with my parents?" she asked him.

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