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.

Seeing Octavia looking lifeless on that hospital bed had shattered something deep inside me. How did the world shift so violently in a single day? One minute, we were two people connected by a complicated, unspoken pull; the next, she was a ghost in a gown, her vibrant spirit silenced by machines. The haunted look on her parents' faces had tugged at my heart, but it was Franklin's territorial display that truly fueled my rage.


How dare he play the part of the devoted, protective husband now? He was the reason she was stressed, the reason she was rushing, the reason her life had become a battlefield.


 His refusal to let me stay was a calculated insult, a way to remind me that on paper, he owned her space. 


But paper didn't account for the soul, and I knew Octavia needed more than a man who only appreciated her once she was broken.


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