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.

As Franklin's tailored back disappeared through the diner's revolving doors, I leaned back and exhaled a sharp breath of frustration. 


The man was a wall of stubbornness. He'd rather drown in his own pride than take a life raft from someone who actually knew the terrain.


"Fine," I muttered into my cooling tea. "If you won't walk with me, I'll find the truth on my own."


The next morning, the corporate world demanded my attention, regardless of my personal turmoil. I was halfway through a complex proposal for a logistics firm when my assistant knocked and poked his head into my office.


"JeffTech is on the line, sir. They're requesting your presence for an urgent day trip."


"A day trip?" I frowned, the pen stilled in my hand. "To where?"


"They said it's regarding one of their development sites in the Bronx. Something about a critical milestone in the AI infrastructure."


"Divert the call to my line," I commanded.


Chapter 103 - ~ 103