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.

After the words left my mouth and Octavia absorbed them, I felt a strange, hollow lightness in my chest. I walked away from the bench, the sound of my suitcase wheels clicking against the pavement of Central Park, marking a rhythmic goodbye to the person I used to be. I hailed a taxi at the edge of the park, my hand trembling only slightly as I pulled the door shut.


"JFK," I told the driver. "And please, I'm in a hurry."


Chapter 198 - ~ 198