Married by Mistake The Cold CEOs Secret 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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Karen's POV

I woke up with a slight headache, I slowly got off the bed. Yawning, I looked at the other side of the bed. Emily was already awake, she was obviously thinking, her hair was messy and it looked like she had a nightmare.

"Good morning." I greeted her with a smile.

She didn't seem to hear me. I yawned loudly again and covered my mouth, this time she looked at me with a smile. "Morning."

Emily was my best friend from high school and wanted to stay in my house before she could find an apartment, I agreed to it because her aunt had maltreated her for a very long time.

"How was your night?" I asked her pensively.

She stood up and walked to the door. "I'm fine, I'm sorry for sleeping in your room. I was just scared last night." She answered and walked out of my room.

I walked into the bathroom and splashed water on my face, I slowly turned on the shower and had a quick bath.

Coming out of the bathroom, I slumped down on the sofa. I needed a job, I couldn't just stay without getting a job, I was almost getting used to the insults from my friends.

I stood up and opened the wardrobe beside me, I brought out a short blue gown and wore it. I didn't even bother looking at my face in the mirror. I stepped out of my room and went straight to the parlor.

I was surprised to meet Emily chatting with Henry. I thought they were both enemies, Henry was my neighbor and we were close friends until Emily started living in my house.

"Good morning." He said when he saw me.

"Hi," I simply replied and frowned. "When did you guys become friends?" I asked, surprised.

He folded his hands and tutted in disbelief. "I was always friends with Emily."

I blew out an exasperated sigh. "Great!" I replied and sat down on the sofa, they did the same and I tried to avoid his gaze.

"You don't have to be a sad bitch." Muttered Henry.

"I'm not sad." I defended, aghast.

"You should cheer up. I'm hosting a party this evening in my apartment, you should come." He advised.

"I love parties." My face brightened up as I smiled.

"Of course, you'd love parties," Emily said and let out a little sigh. "The party's going to be a bummer." She added.

"A bummer?" Henry asked, slightly offended. "It's going to be fun, there are going to be lots of rich men." He added giggling.

"Rich men?" I asked and chuckled. "You didn't have to add that because you and I know that they won't attend your party." I replied.

He cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed. "I'm going to surprise you on that day." He answered and stood up.

I grimaced.

"I can't wait to see the surprise." I shot him an annoyed look as he walked towards the door.

"Are you going already?" Emily asked.

"I can't cope with her, I don't want to see you at my party again." He said through gritted teeth.

"I love money, I don't attend low budget parties." I replied genuinely and he walked outside angrily.

I blew out a long breath and relaxed on the sofa. "I can't believe that Henry's asking me to come to his party without proper invitation." I said and she laughed.

"I'll go to his party, I'm sure it's going to be fun, you should come." Emily replied and stood up. "I don't think it's a good idea to go to his party, he doesn't have a house of his own, he stays in a rented apartment like us." I reminded her.

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