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.

After enjoying the morning with Octavia, we headed to the oceanfront ballroom for the keynote presentation on the next-generation AI platform we were co-developing. Afterward, we broke into smaller groups: R&D, marketing, finance—each tasked with aligning their strategies to scale the platform globally. I led the financial strategy session with Anthony beside me, making sure we had the capital pathways ready for expansion.


As the lights dimmed in the oceanfront ballroom, I took a deep breath. The room was filled with the quiet murmur of executives—some from Flemington Group, others from JeffTech—each waiting for us to unveil the next step in our partnership. The projector flickered on, and I rose from my seat, ready to begin the presentation. I was representing Flemington Group, while Octavia represented JeffTech. The projector was on, and I began opening the slides.


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