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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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Am Tessa a 25 year old interior decorator. I studied at the University of Benin and graduated with a first class lower. Am currently working with the third largest interior design company, not currently per say..

I am kinda passing through a phase right now. I mean heart break so I explained to my boss and I got a month off to clear my head..

3 months ago,

I hurried out of my room checked my self in the mirror before going out of the house, when I was done I locked my door and headed out..

After 15 minutes, I reached the office submitted my designs to my boss worked on a few, went for coffee and came back to continue..

Time went by and it was time to go back home so I packed my stuff, grabbed my back and headed home..

When I got home I fixed myself some dinner and as I was about to drift to sleep, I heard my phone ring. I looked at the caller ID and it was my mum..

Urgghhhh!! I picked the call and greeted her and as usual she pestered me about getting married..I told her that I will get married at the right time.

She then told me about a blind date that she arranged for me..I didn't agree at first but after much pestering from her I finally agreed.

Her job being done she told me that she will send me the details and then she ended the call...

I heard a beep 2 minutes later and it was a message from my mum. It read "Krispy Kreme" 2pm..don't keep him waiting.

I quickly replied ok and then I jumped on my bed and went to sleep..

The next morning, I woke up did my usual morning routine but this time I had to go to that dumb date at 2pm..

Ugh!! Anyways I have to get going before am late for work..

I head out and reach the office did some designs. I got a message from mum, she sent me a pic of him and captioned it..

" A picture of your date; just incase. Be punctual". I sighed after reading the message and I hurried home to get ready so I would be "punctual".

I took a bath dressed up and headed to the place wearing a red velvet dress with a slit by the side with silver heels and a black Gucci bag; I did a little makeup just to make an appearance; I no dey carry last...

When I entered the place, I saw many couples on a date. I scanned the room looking for my so called date. I finally saw him..he was not bad tho..so I sat down and we started talking..

"Hey, am Tessa and I guess you know my mum set us up on a date"

" Hi, I do. So lets talk and get to know ourselves just as friends of course"

" Am Tessa, an interior decorator. I studied in Uniben and I have a masters degree. What about you?"

" Am Edward, a business man. I went to London for my masters.."

We talked about our likes and dislikes and we seem to have almost similar likes and dislikes. We flowed well with each other and we didn't know when time flew.

I realized when my mum messaged me;

" Hope you are enjoying your date"

I checked the time and it was 5 pm. I told him that I had to go home. We exchanged numbers and he said that he would call me.

He walked me out and I boarded a cab and went home. He is a really cool person; I thought.

When I got home, my mum called and asked me about the date. No doubt I like him but if I tell my mum she will start planning the marriage. I needed time to really think about it to avoid making mistakes.

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