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.

The morning air at the golf course was crisp, a sharp contrast to the heated thoughts swirling in my brain. The dew still clung to the blades of grass, shimmering like thousands of tiny diamonds under the rising sun, but I couldn't appreciate the beauty of the landscape. My mind was a battlefield of conflicting emotions and unanswered questions.


My grandfather and I were moving leisurely across the green, a tradition that usually served to clear my head, but today, it felt like an interrogation under the sun. The rhythmic clinking of the clubs in the bag was the only thing keeping me grounded as we moved from one hole to the next.


"The preparations for the Flemington Group's fiftieth-anniversary gala are nearly complete," my grandfather said, adjusting his glove before pulling a golf club from his bag. He looked the picture of ease. "The board has finalized the guest list."


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