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.

At first, there was nothing. No sound. No light. No feeling. Just an endless, weightless void that wrapped around me like thick velvet. I wasn't asleep, exactly. It wasn't a dream. It felt more like drifting through scattered pieces of something that almost made sense—fragments of color, echoes of emotion—but every time I reached for them, they slipped away like sand through my fingers.


Then, slowly, very slowly, something began to shift.


I was standing somewhere… or maybe floating. I couldn't tell the difference. A faint glow surrounded me, soft and distant, like sunlight filtering through deep water. And then came the voices—muffled at first, as if they were calling to me from another world entirely.


Chapter 106 - ~ 106