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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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Ellen Grater walked with bold steps into the Haven Hotel. She was dressed in a navy-blue dress that stopped at her knees, and her brunette hair cascaded down her back in lovely curls. Despite the casual wear, her height and elegant V-shaped face added to her appeal, as many heads turned in her direction.

With a confident gait, she moved through the lobby of the hotel in silver heels, hoping the horrible information she had received was not true.

“Luke just proposed to Emily,” read the text sent to her phone an hour ago.

Ellen had learned that her ex-boyfriend of two years, who had broken up with her two weeks ago, had just proposed to another lady! Emily!

She walked into the elevator and pressed the button to the fourth floor. The surprise proposal was said to be taking place at the private restaurant at the hotel.

Stepping out of the elevator, she moved down the hall towards the private restaurant. On her way, she came across an elderly woman struggling to open her door and looking almost frustrated. Having had a soft spot for elderly women because of her neighbor, Mama Anderson, she couldn’t leave the woman helpless.

“Hello ma’am, Is something wrong?” She asked, seeing the woman leaning against the wall.

“Oh dear, I can’t seem to open my door, and I’m so tired of standing,” the woman replied.

“Okay, let me try it again for you,” Ellen said, taking the keys from the elderly woman. She noticed the woman was holding the key to room 122, and she was standing at the door to room 115.

“Oh, I think your room is still a few doors away,” she said to the elderly woman, smiling at her. The elderly woman was suddenly frantic. Noticing this, Ellen reached out to take her hand and assured her “Not to worry, I’ll escort you there; it should be just around the corner”.

She helped the woman to her door, assisted her in opening the door, and ensured she got into the room.

“Oh dear, thank you,” the elderly woman said, grabbing Ellen’s face.

“You’re welcome, ma'am,” she replied.

As she turned to leave, a middle-aged lady rushed into the room and said, "Mrs. Warner, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Oh, Mary, this young lady here helped me,” the elderly woman said.

Turning to Ellen, the lady said, “Oh, thank you so much”.

“You’re welcome” Ellen replied, and she added more quietly “you need to be more vigilant so she doesn’t go off on her own”.

Smiling one last time at the two, she left the room and headed to the private restaurant on the same floor. Upon entering, she noticed a section of the restaurant was decorated with flowers, and there were petals on the floor around the center table, which was the focal point of the decoration.

The couple were none other than Luke Willer and Emily, her ex-boyfriend and his new fiancée. Summoning all the courage she had left, she walked up to their table.

“Look who’s here,” she said, smiling at them. “Hello Luke and Emily, how are you?”

“I heard Luke proposed to you tonight; congratulations,” she said to them.

“Ellen, what are you doing here?” Luke asked as he looked around, hoping no one was paying them any attention.

“So, this was why you broke up with me, and to think it was for Emily,” Ellen said as she glared at the two in front of her.

“We can explain, Ellen; we never meant for any of this to happen,” Emily told her.

Oh, really, is that why you were ashamed to tell me you were dating my boyfriend behind me?” Ellen glared at her.

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