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.

I'd been planning this for some days now. I was nervous , but grandpa had been reassuring me. He told me she loves me and everything is going to go well. Yet I couldn't stop thinking about it.


I could not wait for my leg to heal completely. It was making me useless.


The thing about having a bum leg is that it limits your mobility, makes you think twice before doing grand gestures. But you know what? That worked in my favor. 


Because I realized the best moments don't need fancy locations or elaborate setups. They need authenticity. They need home.


And that's why I was doing this here. In our home, where she truly belongs.


I'd kept it simple. Candles on the side tables, their soft glow filling the room with warm light. Her favorite flowers, orchid and sunflowers. Just enough to feel special, she is more than special anyways. Octavia hated when things felt like a show. She wanted real. And this was as real as it got.


Chapter 208 - ~ 208