He threw money on the bed after our one-night stand.
I threw it back in his face at his own inauguration.
By sundown, we were engaged. By the week's end — married.
Franklin Flemington needed a wife to secure his empire. I needed a miracle to save my family. For two years, we played our parts flawlessly — the golden couple the whole city envied.
Behind closed doors, I was invisible to him.
When the two years were up, I handed him divorce papers without blinking.
He stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "I've given you everything a husband should. What more do you want from me, Octavia?"
I smiled, signed my name, and walked out.
I thought that was the end. I thought I'd finally won.
I forgot one thing — Franklin Flemington has never lost anything in his life. And he has no intention of starting with me.
Game on.

It has been two long, grueling years. 


For seven hundred and thirty days, I have been counting down the seconds until my life sentence is over.


 Now, finally, I am breaking out of the shackles. 


I am divorcing Franklin Flemington, and for the first time in my life, I can breathe.


I couldn't stay with a man who refused to love me back. I couldn't bear to watch him romance another woman while I was left to rot in the cold corners of his life. 


He sexually neglected me; he starved me of the most basic human attention. 


I watched him give his heart to everyone but his wife, and I am done.


 The contract expires in exactly one week, and I am certain Franklin will leap with joy to see me go.


I was at work, standing in a stall in the restroom, when the sound of voices stopped me from heading out. 


Two women were gossiping at the sinks, and the mention of Franklin's name made me freeze. 


Chapter 31 - ~ 31