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 began re-creating the files the second I left the restroom. While the rest of the office emptied out for lunch, I stayed tethered to my desk, my eyes stinging from the glare of the monitor. Even after the official work hours ended and the cleaning crew began their rounds, I remained. I ignored a string of frantic texts from my mother asking about Nola; I'd dropped my cat off with her earlier so she could take her to the vet, but I was too buried in data to reply.


The work followed me home. I only paused long enough to fix a dry turkey grilled cheese and take a lukewarm shower before diving back in. By the time the sun began to peek over the Manhattan skyline the next morning, I was already back at my desk, beating even Steph, the receptionist, to the office. The night security guards gave me a wary nod as I blew past them.


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