No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

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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It was 11 o'clock in the Night Club.

Just as the club's name suggested, the atmosphere was hot and heavy. The DJ quickly pumped up some sick beats as a slender and attractive woman appeared on the stage.

She swayed her hips, posing in front of the crowd. They responded with a loud cheer, raising their drinks high in the air. Wearing a veil, the woman bowed to the audience and turned to a dancing pole, rotating her body to the beat.

Her body was as lithe as a snake when she bent around the pole, displaying her clear and luscious skin. Although her face was covered, the audience could see the seductive star beneath the veil. She was enchanting, like a nymph calling for the gods.

From the way she moved, it felt as if she owned the entire stage. All eyes followed the woman as she swayed to the beat. It seemed that the club had just grown hotter and hotter by the minute.

Arvin Xue sat in one of the special guest boxes of the bar. He took a cigarette from the table and placed it in his mouth. Just then, a man approached to light it up for him. "She's quite a skillful dancer, Mr. Xue," the man remarked.

Yet Arvin Xue shrugged, blowing a small cloud of smoke. He tapped the edge of the cigarette. "She's still too young to push it to the next level," he said roughly.

The pole dancing was over. Although the performance was short, the dancer was drenched with her sweat. Her body glistened under the colored lights as she took the microphone from the DJ.

She took off the veil, and everybody held their breath. "Thank you all." Her soft voice echoed throughout the bar. "See you tomorrow night!"

For a minute, the room had gone silent.

Under the veil was a gorgeous woman. Her face was definitely proportionate, with each aspect of her face ready to send any man to his knees. The curves that hugged her body added to the entire glamour. She really was a goddess in disguise.

However, the man next to Arvin Xue stiffened. He slowly craned his neck towards the man. "Mr. Xue... That lady..."

Arvin Xue shot him a cruel glare that rendered him silent.

As he saw who the dancer was, he immediately left the cigarette on the ashtray and stomped out of the VIP box. The man yelled his name behind him, but it was to no avail.

Given his height and his muscled stature, people were afraid to block his path.

Arvin Xue rushed to the first floor without another thought. Soon enough, he pushed his way through the crowd before he finally reached the main stage.

Belinda Qin was still flirting with the audience, shooting them winks and smiles every now and then. However, she froze when she saw Arvin Xue standing right in front of her.

"What are you doing? Hey!"

Before she could respond, Arvin seized her wrist and dragged her out of the stage. Belinda Qin tried resisting, but it was to no avail.

"Oh, God! Let go!"

She was dragged several steps from the platform, struggling. Her arm was already aching as the people stared, wide-eyed, at the spectacle unfolding before them.

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