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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.

Modern Revenge Divorce

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Iris' POV

He's late. Again.

"Archer!" I type for the twentieth time tonight, my thumbs trembling. "Where are you?"

The double-tick flash across the screen, just like the other messages I've left him. Yet, Archer is nowhere to be found.

My eyes dart around the cozy restaurant, and then back at the door. The waiter approaches again, but this time, the warmth in her eyes is gone.

"You've got to leave now," she starts, picking up the empty glass on the table. "The restaurant is about to close."

"Please." I stare up at her with puppy eyes. Archer finds it cute. "He'll be here any minute now. I'm sure he's just running late because of traffic."

She grabs the tray under the glass and scoffs. "He stood you up, girl! If you have any dignity left, I'll advise you to grab your things and go home. Block his ass and move on with your life. He doesn't deserve you."

"You don't know him enough to say that!" I snap, jumping to my feet. "Archer was right. I should have postponed our anniversary celebration. He told me he was going to be busy this week. Right now, he's risking his life to get here."

"Is he at least answering his phone?"

The lie is on the tip of my tongue, but I stop myself.

"Sweetheart," the waitress leans in. "It's almost midnight. There's no traffic at 11 pm."

I grab my things and make for the door. "Thanks, but I don't need your advice."

Outside, the chill in the air hits me instantly. Wrapping my arms around myself, I look at both sides of the road, wondering if I should call Daisy to come get me or just wait a little longer.

I know Archer will still come around. He always does. He knows how important today is for both of us.

And that's when I see him.

Right across the street. His hair is tousled by the wind, and his arms are wrapped around the waist of someone else. His teeth glimmer under the neon lights of the club's entrance as he laughs at something she says.

He pushes a curl behind her ear, and I think I am going to lose my mind.

Sabine. I have seen her a million times in school. Her platinum-blonde hair is unmistakable, and the way she carries herself, like she's the answer to everyone's prayers.

My chest caves in just as Archer pulls her closer to him. His lips find hers, and she giggles like a love-struck high schooler.

My boyfriend, who has been with me for five years, is kissing another girl on the night of our anniversary.

I barely realize when my purse hits the ground in a whisper. Something inside me tears. It sounds like a hiss, like dry wood tossed into a hearth. My chest thumps so hard, as if trying to claw right out of my chest.

Fire engulfs my whole being suddenly, pulling me under. I don't attempt to fight it, my rage edging it on. It is hard to breathe, but I find out that I am fine without it. I curl my hands into fists.

I can feel my nails digging into my palm. Last I checked, they were not that long for something like that to happen.

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