Mated With My Ex Uncle

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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Chapter one

Every butterfly in the world had migrated in my stomach; my cheeks were flushing crimson red as my eyes shone so bright at the screen of my small phone, glaring at the most beautiful wedding dress ever, with joy filling my chest.

"I love this!!" I twirled around in delight, the full energy of excitement ran through my cold body, and my lips twitched into a small smile as I pictured how the wedding dress would look so good on me next week Tuesday, I'm thrilled because I'm getting married to the most popular man, my childhood crush and the one who rule the top most company around the country.

I beamed with joy.

All my dreams were finally coming true, I prayed so hard for this, and I had a huge crush on Alex since I was in grade 8, I was stunned and a yelp of surprise left my lips when he asked me out in front of the whole school, I couldn't reject the offer because I loved him so much, my heart pounded so fast like ever before and almost dropped down from it's bottom when he leaned close to me, his eyes raked over me and I swallowed the lump that form at my throat.

"Hey, what's up with those weird smiles?" A meek voice asked from my back, and I flinched with fear; the voice jotted me out of my deep thoughts as I snapped my neck backward, and it was my colleague, Alicia. "I'm good" I replied, my voice dropping in a whisper with a soft smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

She sipped in the coffee in her hand slowly and I observed the way her lips parted slowly.

"Congratulations, I saw your wedding invitation with Mr. Alex," she spoke, with sweetness drenching in her voice, and I gave her a slight nod because we had posted and announced our wedding all over the internet.

"You look so nice together," She added as thousands of butterflies kept fluttering in the pit of my stomach.

Truth be told, I'm so proud of myself because I was able to capture his heart. We worked at the same company, but he had a higher rank than me, and he managed the company so well that everyone could ever think. His family owns the company.

"Thank you so much." I lowered my face a little bit and glued my gaze on the stony floor, feeling uncomfortable, with my cheek flushing red.

She chuckled finding my blush cute and funny.

"You're at work also; please don't lose focus, new bride," she added in a teasing tone, and I nodded with a bright smile on my flickering on my face.

I took in a deep breath because I couldn't wait any longer to see Alex's gorgeous face, his tempting pink lips, and his ice-blue eyes which kept drowning in a sea of lust, my patience was wearing thin but I had no choice than to calm my nerves down, he told me he will be so busy so I decided to give him a little space.

This freaking space is Killing me...

"Gosh, this is so annoying!" I furrowed my brows at the heavy documents in front of me and a soft sigh escaped from my lips. A tired sigh.

My phone buzzed loudly, and I flipped it up. A smirk stretched across my lips when I saw the call was from my best friend.

"I'm at work, what's up with this call?" I demanded, a little bit grumpily.

"You don't need to be harsh; guess what?!?" she almost shattered my eardrum with her scream, and I winced in pain; what the heck has come over her?

My eyes were fighting my mouth for the right word to say but I was betrayed, word refused to come out of it "He is back!!" she exclaimed, and waves of confusion shot through my body as I raised my brow curiously "Who" I Inquired slowly and my body got freeze up on a spot when the notification of my mail displayed on top of my phone, my whole mouth widened in shock as my heartbeat increased. "I am sacked." My voice tumbled out in a low tone and was barely audible.

I froze, staring at the email notification, not fully understanding what I was seeing. Sacked? The word echoed in my mind, dull and distant, as if my brain refused to process it. My fingers trembled as I clicked on the email, my eyes darting over the words. Termination of Employment. Effective immediately. The lump in my throat thickened as the letters on the screen blurred.

My heart pounded wildly, leaping up my throat and sending a wave of nervousness through my body. I couldn't breathe.

This couldn't be happening.

Alex wouldn't let this happen. He knew how much I needed this job-how much it meant to me, especially now, with our future together. This must be some mistake.

I tried to swallow, but my throat felt dry, like sandpaper. With shaky hands, I grabbed my phone to call him but stopped myself. He's busy. He'll explain later, won't he?

"What's wrong," Clara asked, worried.

"I have been sacked?!" My voice cracked, and my hand went weak as I bit onto my lower lips with pain and discomfort.

I hung up the call and stood up instantly. Moving on a spot.

Later the day, I motioned myself to his office; my heels clicked the marble floor, echoing around the silent hallway, and the fresh air masked my face as I sucked in the breath of the atmosphere, feeling a bit relaxed.

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