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 drove to the hospital like a man possessed, my knuckles white on the steering wheel as the city lights blurred past the windshield. My heart hammered against my ribs with every second that ticked by. The phone call had shattered the fragile hope I'd been clinging to for days—Octavia was awake. After everything, after the fall, the surgery, the endless waiting, she had finally opened her eyes. I couldn't get there fast enough.


The moment I stepped out of the elevator on her private ward floor, I broke into a near-run. When I pushed open the door to her room, I saw her parents standing at the foot of the bed, their backs partially blocking my view. Ben and Patricia were whispering to each other, voices low and urgent. The doctor in charge, Dr. Aris, was leaning over her, shining a small light into her eyes as he examined her. I paused just inside the doorway, catching my breath.


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