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 arrived at Manhattan General before the sun had fully crested the horizon, the sky a bruised purple that mirrored the state of my own mind. 


It was too early for visiting hours, too early for the world to be awake, but I had long since abandoned the concept of "normal."


The hospital corridors were eerily quiet, the kind of silence that didn't soothe but pressed against your chest, demanding to know how much weight you could carry before you snapped. I walked straight to her new room. I had already pulled the necessary strings and emptied the required accounts to have her moved to a premier private ward in the VIP wing. It was a fortress of glass and high-end monitors—a place where she would be secure, safe, and shielded from the prying eyes of the press.


 Money wasn't the issue. Nothing was an issue when it came to her. I would have bought the entire hospital if it meant a faster recovery.


Chapter 99 - ~ 99