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 sterile smell of the hospital followed me into Dr. Aris's office. He was finishing a phone call as I entered, and the moment he hung up, I didn't give him a chance to breathe.


"I'm Franklin Flemington. Octavia Herman is my wife," I stated, my voice tight.


"Ah, Mr. Flemington. Please, take a seat. I was just about to head back down to the ER to check on her latest vitals."


"I don't want a seat. I need to know her condition. Now," I said, though I lowered myself into the chair anyway, my legs feeling like lead.


"Your wife sustained a significant head injury from the fall," he began, his professional calm acting as a grating contrast to my internal chaos. "There is also visible trauma along her shoulder and her left side—mostly severe bruising as she is unconscious. Fortunately, the initial scans haven't detected any major fractures or spinal displacement."


Chapter 96 - ~ 96