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.

"She hasn't taken a single one of my calls since she vanished from the resort, Grandpa. Not one. I'm starting to spiral," I admitted, my voice tight with frustration.


We were out on the golf course, the morning sun doing little to lighten my mood. My grandfather leaned on his club, squinting at me over his spectacles. "Tell me exactly what happened, Franklin. Walk me through it again, because even I'm struggling to see why Octavia would pack her bags and flee like a thief in the night."


Chapter 83 - ~ 83