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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.

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Viola Qi looked at herself in the mirror, her hands lying flat on the edge of the sink. The mirror had a thick, golden frame, which easily fitted along with the overall look of the deluxe presidential suite.

"Come on, Viola Qi. You can do this. This is the big break you've been wishing for ever since you became a journalist. Just believe in yourself." Her fingers tapped nervously on the bathroom counter as she gave herself some pep talk. Although there wasn't an ounce of makeup on her face, Viola Qi was undoubtedly a beautiful woman.

Seconds later, she heard the door to the suite open with a faint click, and the sounds of footsteps on the marble floor.

At that moment, Viola Qi was so nervous that her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Carefully, she opened the bathroom door ever so slightly to take a peek at the person she was about to interview. Much to her surprise, the first thing that she noticed was the strong smell of alcohol.

Through the small door crack, Viola Qi saw a pair of charming eyes. A million things were running through her mind then.

'Is he drunk? How do I interview him? I've never interviewed a drunk person before! What if he gets angry and tries to beat me up!'

With a sigh, Viola Qi was already deliberating whether or not she should just sneak out before he noticed that she was there.

The man, Maynard Chu, took off his sleek, black suit and threw it haphazardly on the sofa. He was now only wearing his black slacks and a white, button-down shirt paired with a silk tie, making him look rather dashing.

He had obviously one too many to drink. As his body got hotter and hotter, he also felt a lustful desire awakening inside of him.

Maynard Chu frowned at the strange yet familiar feeling. When he was about to sit down on the sofa, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in,"

Maynard called, his voice was cold and robust, but had a pleasant tone to it. Viola Qi, who was still peeking from the bathroom, was instantly drawn to his voice.

At this point, she couldn't head out, and had to stay put until she could make her timely exit.

The door opened, and a tall woman wearing a white coat and a pair of high heels came inside. Everything about her looked classy and noble.

"What are you doing here, Yesenia Lu?" When Maynard Chu saw her, he finally slumped onto the sofa. With his legs crossed and his arms resting widely across the top, he looked like the ruler of the world.

With a gentle smile on her face, Yesenia Lu slowly walked up to him, her heels clacking crispy against the floor. "I heard that you were drunk, so I came up to see you. Perhaps you need me to take care of you?"

"Fuck off!" Maynard Chu scoffed, waving his hand away.

The corners of Yesenia Lu's mouth twitched slightly, but she tried to maintain the charming smile on her face.

"Don't you want to turn the air conditioner on? It's so hot here..." she said, pretending that she didn't hear Maynard curse her. She came here with a goal in mind, and she wasn't just about to give up.

Standing in front of Maynard Chu, Yesenia slowly unzipped her coat with her slender and delicate fingers. The coat gently fell to her feet as she gracefully rolled her shoulders. The fiery red bra she wore stood out beautifully against her fair skin.

Even Viola Qi was stunned by the amount of sex appeal that woman had. She had never expected that a person like Yesenia, who was a superstar adored by millions of people, would have such a lascivious side!

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