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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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"Let me go! Who are you?" Valerie Brown's voice trembled, her struggles frantic but ineffective.

"Stay still."

The command was low and unrelenting, like gravel sliding down steel. One of the man's hands pinned her wrists to the headboard with effortless strength.

Valerie gasped as fabric gave way with a sharp, ripping sound, the air thick with the sudden violence of it. His touch burned like an ember against her skin-uninvited, scorching, and relentless. She fought, her movements wild and desperate, but his hold was unyielding.

"No... please..." Her voice cracked, small and broken. "I don't even know you..."

The silence answered her-thick and heavy-broken only by his breath, slow and deliberate.

......

A sharp knock on the door shattered Valerie's train of thoughts.

"Miss Brown, the car from the Holt family will arrive shortly. Please get ready to come downstairs."

Valerie nodded faintly, masking the fire of anger behind her cool, indifferent gaze.

It had been a month-a month since that night, when her life had spun out of control. She had lost her virginity to a stranger and, as if fate hadn't punished her enough, she was now being forced to marry Jonathan Holt-a man confined to a bed, comatose and unknowing, all because of a car crash. It was originally a marriage meant for her stepsister-until their father decided Valerie would do just fine.

She'd fought. She'd refused. But her father had anticipated her every move. Holding her ailing mother hostage, he left Valerie no choice but to surrender to his twisted demands.

For a whole month, Valerie had searched relentlessly. Every contact, every whisper of a lead, every phone call had turned into a dead end. Her mother remained out of reach.

In the end, she had no choice but to give in.

Valerie smoothed down the plain white wedding dress, and pulled out her phone to send a text.

"Javier, how is everything going?"

She clenched the device, waiting-hoping-for the screen to light up with a reply.

Javier Barnett was her boyfriend, the one person who hadn't turned his back on her after everything.

Despite knowing about her broken innocence, he had stayed, promising to help her find her mother and take her away from this nightmare.

But the screen stayed dark. Minutes stretched like hours, and still, no reply came.

A flicker of unease twisted in her gut. Unable to stand still, Valerie pushed herself out of the room. The silence of the house pressed in as she made her way downstairs. Passing by a lounge, she froze.

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