BLEEDING PRINCESS

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 Revenge Female-centered Divorce

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She just received a call from her mum informing her about the stay-at-home order. She despised thinking that the outbreak of this so-called disease is the most dreadful and saddest news she had ever heard.

“Ughhhh, self-isolation, self-isolation more of a self-detention and self-destruction” she muttered to herself.

Her wedding ceremony was just next week Saturday and now what, a restraining order. She stood up from her bed and made a move to her dressing mirror. She stood there for some time and pushed the chair forward to key into the locker. She walked to her sitting room and recollected something and went back to the room. She needed to inform Techna about the postponement of her wedding ceremony. She dialled her number

“According to my calculations, I detect your mood is 0.00001 not in a good shape…”

“Oh, just stop it already, will you?"Flora cut her angrily

“Oh well at least I was right about your mood after all. Not good, not good, not good at all. At least I need a compliment for that”Techna said sounding meek

“Alright Techna, my …”

“The wedding has been postponed because of the outbreak of the viral infection, no P, we’ll manage. Should I come over …” Techna said robotics

“Where did I meet you? Or “she was cut short

“Ah, apparently, under a cherry tree at St' Charles Anglican church, Melrose street, Los Angeles” Techna said.

“Alright, could you please just stop that, I know you are expecting me to ask you what you just discovered with your language and talking styles presently. So what have you?” Flora asked

“Finally, I just finished making an air-fly, flying around Angeles, look behind you” Flora looked behind her to see a little plane at her transparent window. “Um, Techna, is this a little plane or what?” She asked confused

“Uh, don’t you dare abuse the power of technology. I call it ‘The Air-fly’ dan dan dan dan” She made a beat with her mouth with excitement.

“Oh crackers, I don’t mind you moving over but first, let me meet you at your house junction so you keep packing until I get there I want us to go to James house together”.

“Noooo problem” she said stressing the ‘o’ “see you then” she hanged up.

She stood up and went to her room to change her dress. She took her car key and went to the garage. She drove silently along the street, she thought of putting on the stereo but she declined from the idea.

Minutes later she saw Techna on the road and was amazed with what she saw. “What the hell?” she said silently as she drove closer to her.

“Hi, Flower, how are your plants coping?”Techna greeted her, waving

“At least they are doing great until I saw” she made a round gesture with her hand “this”

“Come on, the holidays might take forever so I don’t wanna stop working, you understand"

"No I don't understand, cause I don’t know where you are going to put all of this." Flora repeated the gesture.

“Relax” she brought out a remote from her purse and pressed a button, all the boxes disappeared except the one on her hands.

“Whaaat!!!?, oh common why should I be surprised no one should ever be surprised at you starting from your name, Techna”.

“And that’s why I’m special” she moved her body and closed her eyes revealing a smug face. She got into the car and Flora drove on to James' house.

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