One Night Regret Claimed By The Don

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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Ava p.o.v

“Ava!” Tricia yell from the living room for the twentieth time.

Tricia is my roommate turned best friend, we met on our first week of resumption. I needed a roommate, so she offered I stay with her even though she wasn't looking for one.

Mom must have liked Tricia at first sight because she agreed without hesitation, saying for a young girl to live alone is very dangerous. My mom can be extremely protective when it comes to her kids, but let's face it, which mother won't turn a tigress when it comes to her kids?

So I don't blame her for being overprotective, even though it's driving me crazy at times.

So for the past two years, I've been living with this wild wolf, shhh, don't tell her I say that, or I'm dead meat.

Tricia can be sweet and caring when she wants to be, she has a heart of gold, the best roommate I could ever ask for. But occasionally her big sister mode kicks in, and she becomes wild, but I love her.

“What?” I asked innocently, I could practically see her rolling her eyes at my act of pretense.

Ok, maybe I wasn't all innocent, but a girl needs her bubble bath.

“You've been in there all morning, and you're asking me what?" she said in disbelief," if you waste one minute in there I swear to God I'll drag you out by your hair" she growled through grits teeth, I almost laugh out, remember keyword. I would rather not be Tricia's prey, you've got to see her angry and I bet you it's not pretty.

She is always like this, waking up late and having me take a quick shower, but not today. Today is the perfect day to have my revenge and make up for all those quick showers she made me have.

Let me tell you revenge is sweet.

Tricia had a critical test, so that explains why she is extra pissed.

I came out of the bathroom fully dressed in a peach-colored sundress that stopped on my knees with a tiny black belle belt, silver stud earrings to compliment the dress, and black sandals with tiny pearls designing them.

I walked out of the bathroom flicking my strawberry-blonde hair off my shoulder just to annoy Tricia more.

And boy does she look mad.

If looks could kill, I would be six feet under the ground by now.

“Bitch.” She hissed glaring daggers at me then pushed past me to the bathroom.

“But you love me” I yell over my shoulder to her.

“You should be glad, and I wish I didn't, I would've strangled you by now.” She throws one last glare my way before slamming the door shot in my face.

If she wants so badly to get ready on time, she should at least be up early.

Not up to twenty minutes, she was out of the bathroom like a breeze, I bet she didn't bathe well.

“let's go.” She mumbled, and I quietly followed behind to her car, we got in and drove off. Above the speed limit.

Tricia dropped me by my department block before speeding off to her law faculty.

I guess that she wants to get over with the test.

Turning to enter my first class, Economics. My other friend, Nathan but like we can him, Nate. Greets me with a warm hug, no strings attached, thank you very much.

He's gay.

“Oh, my Ava, look how pale you are, what has that bitch of a roommate done to you” Nate exclaimed dramatically, looking all serious, but I know he isn't. He's just kidding around.

“You don't want her hearing what you've just said now, do you?” I warned, a smirk tugging on my lips as I shook my head.

Tricia will no doubt castrate him that's for sure, ok, not that they don't get along with each other. That's their way of playing, though I sometimes don't understand them until I realize they are playing.

“like she could do a thing.” Nate scoffs rolling his eyes.

“Really Nate” I threaten, giving him the don't test me look.

“Oh, Of course not I love my balls where they are.” He laughed throwing his head back. We took our seats as our professor, MR Whilem entered and the lecture began.

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