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 moment I powered on my phone in the hospital corridor, a single notification lit up the screen: a voicemail from Clinton. Of all the people in the world, he was the last voice I wanted to hear right now. My thumb hovered over the delete button, but something—call it gut instinct or sheer curiosity—stopped me. I stepped farther down the hallway, away from Octavia's door, and pressed play.


"Hey, Flemington. This is Clinton. I know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to right now, but I have something very important to tell you. Something about Octavia's accident. As soon as you get this, call me back, okay? I'll be waiting. Thanks."


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