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 had been a few days since my explosive confrontation with Franklin at Madison Square Garden. 


He had looked genuinely blindsided by those photos—shattered, even—but how could I let myself believe him? He'd played the part of the devoted husband before, only to twist the knife when my back was turned. Trusting him again felt like walking back into a house that was already on fire.


After a long day at the firm, I retreated to my apartment, hoping for a night of silence. I had just stepped out of the shower and pulled on my favorite silk bathrobe when my phone vibrated on the vanity. It was Clinton.


"Hey," I said, leaning against the counter.


"Hey. Are you at home, or are you still pulling overtime at the office?" his voice was warm, a welcome contrast to the coldness I'd been feeling.


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