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 had never been at the courthouse as the victim testifying against the men who'd tried to destroy my life. What have I ever even done to them? They only cared about money and power.


The lawyer advised that we give our testimonies as it will help with the sentencing. Even though Franklin tried but the law still stands. So we were all on ground for it.


Franklin held my hand as we walked through the doors. Behind us came everyone who mattered, grandpa in his wheelchair, my mum and dad were there to, their steady presence reassuring. Trudy and Annie who sat with Clinton, they had come to support him.


The gallery was packed. The media had gotten wind of this case, a corporate conspiracy, an attempted murder, betrayal at the highest levels. It was the kind of story that sold papers and filled news cycles. And knowing the Flemington, it was a big one. Even for JeffTech.


Chapter 211 - ~ 211