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.

During lunchtime, I decided to get some food for Octavia now that she was awake. I headed to a nearby restaurant to buy a meal she could eat right there in the ward.


As I approached the room, I heard muffled voices coming from inside. Curious, I walked closer and saw Clinton sitting beside Octavia's bed, chatting with her while Ben stood nearby. What hit me hardest was the way Octavia was laughing—bright, genuine, and completely at ease with Clinton. Something inside me snapped.


"What the hell is going on here?" I hissed.


"Franklin, you're here," Ben said, walking toward me.


"What is he doing here, Mr. Herman?" I demanded, shooting a sharp glare at Clinton. Octavia looked puzzled.


"I came to see Octavia," Clinton interrupted, rising to his feet. "I needed to see her."


"Even after I forbade you from coming?" I frowned.


"Wait… you forbade Clinton from seeing me?" Octavia asked, turning to me.


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