Cunning Husband vs Cunning Wife

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 1

An Unwanted Kiss

When you are walking down the street and suddenly kissed by a strange man, what would you do? Exactly. Slap him! And slap him hard!

"Smack!"

A loud slap echoed in the air.

Blondie Apple stared at the man in front of her, Cavan Noah. Under the night sky, he looked like a character stepping out of a comic-so strikingly beautiful, he seemed unreal. His amber eyes shone with a captivating light, and at the corner of his eye, there was an extraordinarily rare tear mole, bewitchingly charming. His face was like a masterpiece sculpted by God, exceptionally handsome, the kind of beauty rarely seen in this world.

Wow! A top-notch handsome man!

That was Blondie Apple's first reaction.

But just because you're handsome, does that mean you can kiss people randomly? Just because you're good-looking, can you act recklessly with no regard for others?

"Sorry, but I, Blondie Apple, have seen countless handsome men since I was young, so I'm pretty much immune to their charms," she thought to herself.

Blondie Apple raised an eyebrow and said, "Apologize to me before I lose my temper!"

"What?" Cavan Noah looked at her, surprised.

Apologize? After getting slapped?

He laughed. "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are! Apologize to me now!" Blondie Apple's voice left no room for negotiation.

"Kid, are you from out of town?" Cavan asked.

Blondie Apple was taken aback. "How do you know?"

"Because-in Texas City, no one dares to slap me!"

What the heck? You act like a hooligan and got slapped. Isn't that how it's supposed to be?

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the distance. The people Cavan had been using Blondie as a decoy to escape from had caught up to them.

Cavan Noah's face darkened. Without a second thought, he turned and dragged Blondie Apple into a narrow alley.

Pain shot through her scalp as she was yanked along by her hair, struggling to keep up. He didn't stop until they were deep in the alley.

Turning to look at her, Cavan scowled, "Ugly Duckling, I'm not going to apologize to you. If you're smart, get lost."

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