No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

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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"How about you divorce her on the grounds of her infertility?"

Standing outside the door, Rebecca Dixon felt cold all over. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that she would ever hear her mother-in-law utter such words. She thought his mother liked her.

She was infertile?

She and Yosef Swain got married for commercial benefits. A month before their wedding, Yosef met a car accident and sustained a leg injury so serious that it almost required an amputation. Everyone warned Rebecca not to marry him, but she thought that she had to keep her promise and married him regardless of all objections.

They had been married for more than a year, and Yosef had been receiving physical therapy. The two of them had never had sex, but Yosef was now going to divorce her on the grounds of her infertility.

"Dixon Group is in big trouble. They have a deficit of more than one billion dollars. Timothy Dixon died in an accident when he went to deal with the matter. I'm afraid Rebecca will have to inherit all the company's problems. If you don't divorce her quickly, it will definitely affect our family. The reason why we let you marry Rebecca is because we wanted the Dixon family and the Swain family to support each other and go further, not us to be dragged down by them. What do you think, Yosef?"

Rebecca clenched her teeth and trembled all over. Yosef would refuse, wouldn't he? She had done her best to take care of him and help him with his recovery. She had been a good wife to him.

"There's no hurry."

While Rebecca was thinking, she heard Yosef refuse. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued, "Although the Dixon family is in trouble, Timothy still left a lot of things to Rebecca. I'll try my best to persuade her to give everything to me. I'll divorce her after I get them."

"Yosef! How cruel you and your mother are!" she said under her breath.

Rebecca's brain went blank, and she took a step back in a daze, forgetting that there were steps behind her. She missed a step and fell to the floor.

"Who's there?"

Rebecca stood up in a hurry and ran away.

"It's Rebecca. She overheard our conversation. We can't let her run away."

The night was dark, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

There was usually heavy traffic on the streets, but on this rainy night, the streets were empty. There was no vehicle in sight at all.

The rain obscured Rebecca's vision, but she kept running, even as her legs and lungs began to burn.

Suddenly, lights flashed in front of her, making her stop dead in her tracks. She raised her hand to block the blinding lights.

Then, the lights started accelerating toward Rebecca. It was only then that she realized that they were a car's headlights.

Rebecca had no time to react. With a bang, the car hit her and sent her flying backwards. She felt like she had just been smashed to pieces, and the pain was so overwhelming that she didn't have enough energy left to scream.

The car stopped, and someone got out of it. That person walked up to her to check on her.

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