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 city blurred into streaks of steel and light, horns blaring somewhere far away, but none of it registered. All I knew was one thing—repeating like a heartbeat in my chest.


That single truth drowned out everything else. For days I had replayed the image of her lying motionless in that hospital bed, pale and unreachable, the steady beep of machines the only sign she was still fighting. Now she had opened her eyes. The thought pushed my foot harder on the gas, made every red light feel like a personal insult and every slow car ahead of me an unbearable barrier.


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