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.

By the time I stepped back into the estate, the atmosphere had shifted. It wasn't loud or obvious, but the air felt heavy, like the house itself was holding its breath in anticipation of a blow. Clarence was already waiting for me in the foyer, his posture as rigid as a sentry's.


"Mrs. Flemington," he said as I approached. His tone was calm, but the usual warmth was gone, replaced by a clinical edge.


The words landed quietly, but the impact was like a physical strike to my chest. "What do you mean, gone? She's a creature of habit. Where could she go?"


"She didn't report to work this morning," Clarence began, his voice level. "We sent a discreet team to her apartment. It's been cleared out. Not just packed—scrubbed. Her neighbor mentioned seeing a moving van sometime during the middle of the night."


I felt a deep frown pull at my features. "No notice? No resignation letter?"


Chapter 195 - ~ 195