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.

My mind was a jagged landscape of unanswered questions, and at the center of it all was that final, cryptic conversation with the private investigator.


"Drop the case, Mr. Flemington... for your own sake... drop it."


I snapped out of my trance, rubbing my temples until the skin burned. The words felt like a physical weight. I could still hear the tremor in his voice—the sound of a man who had seen something he wasn't supposed to see.


He had been threatened; I was certain of it. But by whom? At the exact moment I was poised to unmask the person who had tried to dismantle my life with those photos, the door had been slammed in my face.


Chapter 101 - ~ 101