My Darling Superstar

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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"Satoshi, tomorrow you'll be facing Jace Tucker. What do you have to say about that?"

At the press conference for Trenton's season opener, an NCAA reporter directed a question to Rin.

Though Rin had yet to play in a single game for the team, he was the only player from Trenton College who had been a four-star high-school recruit.

Rin shifted in his seat, propped his elbow on the table, and said:

"I will defeat him."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the room immediately turned to look at him.

How could Rin dare to say such a thing?

Leaving that aside, Trenton College was just a Division II team and they had finished last season with a dismal 2-16 record.

On the other hand, Rivers Creek University, led by Jace, had reached the Elite Eight in the NCAA's "March Madness" tournament the previous season.

Even the reporter who had asked the question was stunned. He had just expected some compliments for Jace Tucker from Rin.

"Are you saying you'll defeat the league's top shooter?" the reporter asked, recovering from his surprise.

"Yes. I will score more points than him. I will prove..." Rin leaned forward, trying to get as close to the microphone as possible,

"...that I am the NCAA's best shooter."

The audience buzzed with excitement.

Right now, they only saw Rin as a clown.

Jace had averaged 25.9 points per game last season, shooting 10.3 three-pointers per game and making 4.5, with a 43.9% accuracy rate. Both his volume and accuracy were the best among NCAA shooters.

Meanwhile, Rin hadn't even appeared in a single NCAA game in the past two years.

The difference between the two was not just vast, it was incomparable.

Even Trenton's new head coach, Mathews Brandt, turned his head in surprise.

Satoshi, was he always this rash?

The man in question however, ignored everything as he entered his system space. He frowned as he looked at the meagre "+13" on the system's display.

He had gone so far as to make a cocky statement, yet the reporters had only given him this little bit of backlash?

Was it because there weren't enough people present?

He stroked his chin in thought.

In truth, he wasn't originally from this world.

In his previous life, his family had a bit of money. Since he was passionate about basketball, his family sent him to the U.S. for high school, where he displayed quite a bit of talent, especially in basketball IQ. He learned everything quickly.

However, by his senior year, he began facing the same problem Michael Jordan's brother had faced: he stopped growing taller!

By the time he graduated from college, he was still only 1.75 meters (about 5'9"). Left with no choice, he became a basketball trainer.

But during that time, the global economy was in decline, and every industry was becoming more competitive. To survive, he worked hard, even staying up late to make videos and run social media.

In the end, he accidentally became one of the many victims of sudden death in the 21st century.

When he woke up again, he had crossed into this parallel world.

The reason he knew it was a parallel world was because of the person he had crossed into.

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