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.

The moment Octavia thrust her phone toward me, the air in the narrow hallway seemed to vanish. All the blood drained from my face, leaving me cold and lightheaded. I stared at the screen, my brain refusing to process what my eyes were seeing.


"What the hell?" I breathed, the words barely a whisper.


"Exactly," Octavia snapped, her voice brittle.


On the screen were high-definition photos. Me. Naked. Intimate. My skin flushed against the sheets of a bed that wasn't mine. The lighting was soft, but the detail was unmistakable. My tattoos on my chest, the scar on my shoulder, the way my hair fell—it was me.


"How...how did this happen?" I asked, my voice cracking. I looked up at her, desperate for an explanation that made sense.


"So, you're going to play the 'I don't know' card?" Octavia's eyes were hard, shimmering with a fresh layer of tears. "You're going to look at your own reflection in a bed with another woman and tell me you don't recognize yourself?"


Chapter 89 - ~ 89