The Billionaires Contact Baby

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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"Anne, we need you in ward A14," Callie called out to Anne, who was taking off her uniform. Her shift had ended, and she was about to head to Frank's family dinner.

"I thought I was done for the day?" Anne asked.

"Doctor Williams needs you there," Callie explained before leaving the changing room.

Anne sighed, lightly tapping her head. She put her uniform back on.

"I need to call Frank and let him know I'll be late," she said to herself. She took out her phone and dialed his number.

"Hello?" Frank answered on the first ring.

"Hey, Frank, I'm sorry but I won't make it on time. An emergency came up, so I'll be late," Anne explained.

"It's okay, Anne," Frank replied with a sigh. "I'll call Mom and let her know. We'll reschedule everything."

"Thanks, hun," Anne said, preparing to hang up.

"Wait," Frank said before she could. "You didn't tell me you love me or call me by my sweet name."

Anne smiled. "Okay, I love you, my sugar fairy."

"I love you too, my fairy angel," Frank replied. Anne kissed the phone and hung up, putting it back in her bag. She then headed to the ward to check on the emergency. When she arrived, the door was slightly open.

"Doctor Williams?" she called out.

"Come in, Anne," the doctor said, not turning around from the patient.

Anne stepped in and closed the door behind her.

"Mr. Salvador, how are you doing?" she asked the patient, who gave a weak smile. She sat down next to him.

"Anne, Mr. Salvador has something to tell you," Doctor Williams said.

Mr. Salvador looked at her seriously. "Anne, I believe you know about my condition?"

She nodded. "Yes, I do."

"I've been in this hospital for a few days now, and every day you've checked on me. I appreciate it," he said with a strained smile. Anne knew something wasn't right.

"So, sir, how can I help you?" she asked cautiously.

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