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 stood at the front of the boardroom, the hum of the projector the only sound as I clicked through my final slides. As the presentation ended, a wave of professional relief washed over me. The partnership between Flemington Group and JeffTech was officially scaling to new heights.


In the back of the room, Franklin was clapping.


 He looked like the picture of a supportive partner, but his behavior all morning had put me on edge. He had complimented my work as "remarkable" before we even sat down. He'd tried to bring me coffee, which I refused. He'd even cajoled the board members, telling them to "take extensive notes" because my strategy was flawless.


Why was he being so nice? The sudden shift from icy indifference to doting husband was more exhausting than his hatred.


Chapter 64 - ~ 64