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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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[Mya:

Happy Mother's Day, mum! I miss you so much...]

[Mum:

Uh... I beg your pardon, who is it? Sorry, but you must have dialed a wrong number. ]

[Mya:

Ah... Uh, I am sorry, that number belonged to my mum when she was still alive. I used to send her messages even though she was no longer with me. This is the first time someone ever answered. The number had probably been reassigned to a new user. Sorry I won't do it again. Have a nice day.]

[Mum:

Ah, sorry for your mother's death. Just feel free to do it again, I really don't mind. Don't apologize for that. I am Eli and you? ]

[Mya:

Mya, but I wouldn't want to bother you. ]

My mother's number has been reassigned to a new user… It's like a new page, I have to move on… Grow up… It's as if fate is forcing me to… I guess I have to change the name of her contact. I didn't think it would have been that difficult but it's been seven years now, and the number doesn't belong to my lovely mom anymore.

[Eli:

You do not bother me at all. But perhaps you don't wish to discuss with a total stranger? ]

[Mya:

Talking to a stranger does not disturb me any more than that. And then, you are not one anymore since you already told me your first name. :) (Humor emoji)]

[Eli:

How long has your mother been... Finally... You might not want to talk about this topic... ]

[Mya:

It's been seven years now, I don't mind talking about it, I rather talk about it than having people inventing a life for me... ]

[Eli:

I understand your view. And is your father still alive? ]

[Mya:

Yes, but he collapsed immediately after my mother died. So, I had the duty of taking care of him and relieving him as much as possible of my education because he had other things to deal with. ]

[Eli:

Were you and your mother close to each other? ]

[Mya:

Yes, as every normal girl should be with her mother, although unfortunately not all of them. I considered myself lucky to have her in my life! At least, as much as a 13-year-old girl could be with her mother.]

[Eli:

I can assume that you are my age.]

[Mya:

From what I said, if you deduce that I am 20 years old, then you are right.]

[Eli:

Ah, 7 + 13 that's 20... I thought you were also 47 like me... Shit! ]

[Mya:

Haha, go ahead and make fun of me... Now, I don't want to continue talking to you anymore. ]

[Eli:

Ahah, it was absolutely not my intention of being mean, I was just trying to lighten up the atmosphere, break the ice... It is obviously not a success... ]

[Mya:

Just a bit of teasing and you are already running away! You look funny to me after all, maybe I'll keep talking with you... ;)]

[Eli:

And what if I am no more interested? ;)]

[Mya:

I will have a heartbreak... ]

[Eli:

Oh, are you, by any chance, crying? I would kindly offer you a handkerchief, but I don't want to... That's stupid, huh? ]

[Mya:

This conversation is seriously taking a very strange turn, my dear Eli.]

[Eli:

Indeed, you act in a very familiar way with me, I wish you could like me. After all, you don't know the person you're talking to. ]

[Mya:

I beg your pardon, Mr. Eli. Dejenaisna is not your family name. I flattened myself before being so humble. I wish you could also see me, you are actually having a discussion with a high ranking person. Meet the Duchess of the Highlands of its Woods. ]

[Eli:

Lol, you quote Jean de la Fontaine or was it my imagination? ]

[Mya:

This is not your imagination, that's what came to my mind... Lol. This day which was a sad one to me, you just brightened it up. Thank you for making me laugh today. :)]

[Eli:

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