Walking Shoes

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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Before i slept off in Caleb's house i saw him waving goodbye at me with a knîfe in his hand.

After few minutes of unexpected sleep in Caleb's house i opened my dying eyes, it was filled with sleep. I fought the fillings and opened them wide.

The first thing i set my eyes on was the room's white ceiling, i took a breath at least i was still alive, i felt some pain from different parts of my body. I hope nothing bad happened while i was sleeping.

I remember i saw Caleb with a knîfe before i slept off in his seating room and this particular room differ from the seating room that i slept off earlier.

I shivered as i recalled that Bella was in the same situation as me. I tried putting up my body, my hand were held in two different directions same with my legs.

My body was spread on a flat rock.

I studied the rock carefully, it has some tinny spaces running from the center and moved round. the were connected to different holes.

the holes appear to be a skéletal héad just waiting for permission to open its mouth.

I studied the environment again, it was not the same house i saw when i opened my eyes. Maybe I was still under the influence of drûgs. The environment looked like a cave but it wasn't. Dry bones were placed in different directions.

I struggled to break free from the lock but my hands and legs were properly locked.

"Bella!! Bella!! Bella." I hollered but my voice only echoed in the room.

"Caleb!! Caleb!! Caleb!!" I called out sadly.

"If you're there please I'm sorry just let me and my friend go, i will never set foot in your house again, ever." I broke down in téars as I called out for Caleb's attention.

There was no answer.

I regret ever falling for Caleb's trap so easily.

I closed my eyes for some seconds and opened them immediately i heard the humming sound echoes in the room.

I was unable to identify where the sound came from.

My nose perceived the odor of burning incense.

Within some seconds everywhere was smelling incense.

"Who's there?" I asked with a shivering tone.

I saw some men with black cloaks walked into the room from an unknown opening. Their faces covered with balaclavas.

Their hands were crossed beside them. Their movement were horrible to me but on a normal day, i will call it creativity.

They took their position around. My body was circled by them, there was a space left for the circle to complete.

"Please I'm sorry don't kîll me." I cry out sadly but no one gives me a listening ear.

Someone familiar walked into the room. It was Caleb, his mouth was dripping blóòd, he held a knife in his right hand while his left hand was covered with blóòd.

Caleb walked into the strange room with a blóòd dropping from his mouth and a sharp knîfe in his right hand.

I was scáred when i set my eyes on him, the blóòd on his mouth got me terrified. As he took his move elegantly with the black cloak that he wore made him more scary to me.

the blóòd in his hand dropped on the floor.

The knîfe glittered. I can't believe my eyes that I'm seeing Caleb who invited me to his house holding a knîfe with a blóòd in his mouth.

Why blóòd in his hand and mouth?

He positioned himself in the gap left to complete the circle.

"Caleb!! Caleb!! What're you doing?" I asked with a terrified tone. There was no answer, his silence was so powerful that my heart beat faster than ever.

His eyeballs were covered with pure darkness.

One of them dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a solid white substance and sprinkled it on me.

The second person did the same, that's how the process kept going around. They stopped and hummed some creépy sound.

The room shakes as they keep on humming

The crazy sound danced into my ear, this alone made me shiver.

Caleb brought out his tongue and licked the blóòd that escaped his mouth, he spared me a creepy smile that nearly pulled out my spirit.

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