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.

"He fucking broke up with me...that spineless asshole!" I snarled, taking a jagged swing of my beer.


I was perched on a sticky stool in a dive bar downtown, intent on drinking myself into a stupor. I didn't want to think about Franklin. I didn't want to think about the lifestyle that had just slipped through my fingers—the designer bags, the penthouse views, my one-way ticket out of this wasteland. It was all gone. The sheer unfairness of it clawed at my throat. I had spent years molding myself into exactly what he wanted, playing the part of being his 'faithful' lover while he paraded that mousey Octavia around like she was some prize. And for what? To be discarded the moment she grew a backbone?


"He's a jerk, isn't he?" I turned to the bartender, my eyes unfocused.


He didn't even look up from the glass he was polishing. 


"Lady, I don't even know who you're talking about."


Chapter 61 - ~ 61