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.

The following morning, I brought my grandfather with me to the hospital. It was his first time seeing Octavia since the accident, and the moment we stepped into the VIP suite, the air seemed to leave his lungs. His eyes, usually sharp and full of mischief, welled up with immediate tears.


"Is this...is this how serious it truly is, Franklin?" he whispered, his voice trembling as he stared at Octavia's motionless body.


She looked like a porcelain doll—beautiful, but tragically fragile. Her face and arms were a ghostly pale against the stark white of the hospital linens, her hair fanned out against the pillow, looking stiff from lack of movement. Every two days, I made sure to replace the bouquet in her room with fresh orchids and sunflower. I wanted the environment to feel lively and fragrant, a sensory tether that might pull her back from the gray world of her coma.


Chapter 104 - ~ 104