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.

I was back in my office, pacing the length of the floor like a caged animal. 


I dialed her number again, only to be met with that same mechanical, heartless recording. 


"The number you are trying to reach is not available..."


"Fuck!" I growled, slamming my phone onto the mahogany desk. 


I walked to the window and stared out at the New York skyline, my hands shoved deep into my suit pockets.


She had actually blocked me. Octavia had cut me off entirely because of this divorce.


 Why couldn't she have waited for me to file the papers? I was the one who drafted the contract; I was the one who set the terms. 


Why did she suddenly have the upper hand?


My secretary's voice snapped me back to reality. I turned and leveled a glare at him.


"The partners you were supposed to meet with ten minutes ago are still waiting in the conference room, sir," he said, shifting uncomfortably.


Chapter 37 - ~ 37