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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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Today was supposed to be the big day-Ethan, heir of the Carter Group, was getting engaged to Faye Hawthorne, the heiress of Hawthorne Jewelry. A match made in Leston's elite circles. Two top jewelry houses joining forces.

Inside the Hawthorne estate-

"Mara, follow my lead later. Whether we make it or not depends on tonight," Ethan murmured, his low, husky voice carrying a dangerous charm.

"Mhm. I know... I've had to put up with her for years; as long as she's dead, I'm finally free from her shadow, and nothing will get in the way of us anymore... Ethan, I love you so much," Mara whispered sweetly, though her voice dripped with poison.

"Good girl. I love you, too."

...

Outside the door, Faye stood frozen, trembling all over. She bit her lip hard.

Through the gap in the slightly open door, she could see them tangled together-clothes a mess, utterly shameless.

Inside, the two entangled figures were none other than her fiancé and her step-sister-someone she'd loved and protected like family.

From their childhood, she'd given Mara the best of everything, never hesitating to share anything good with her.

And Ethan... he was the one man she had ever truly loved.

But now, these two people she loved the most were not only cheating on her-they were planning to murder her.

Faye felt dizzy, her vision spinning. She staggered back a few steps.

The sharp click of her heels echoed too loud and caught their attention. Ethan sprang to the door, yanked it open-

There she was, pale as a ghost, barely able to stand as she clung to the wall.

He froze for a second before a cold, almost excited grin crept onto his handsome face. "So, you heard everything."

Faye's face drained of color. Staring at Ethan with his untucked shirt and undone buttons, her stomach twisted in disgust. That image of him with Mara burned in her head, making her almost forget they just talked about killing her.

"And yet you... How could you- I... I'm going to tell Grandpa. I want justice!"

Panicked, she turned to run.

But Ethan was faster. He grabbed her arm in a flash.

Faye flinched like she'd been shocked and yanked herself away, her whole body tense, hands up in a protective stance.

"Faye, that self-defense crap? I taught you everything you know. You honestly think you can fight me?" Ethan sneered, his tone mocking as he stepped toward her, each step exuding killing intent.

Faye's grandpa, Gerald Hawthorne, and her parents were already hosting guests at the hotel.

All the other house staff were off, and even the butler and the remaining helpers had been sent away under some excuse.

Tonight, Faye Hawthorne had to die.

She kept backing up, cold sweat pouring down her face as she stared into Ethan's eyes-eyes full of murder.

He seemed to sense she was trying to escape, and with zero hesitation, moved at her, fast and ruthless.

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