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.

Getting to know the man I had married felt like stepping into a warm, sunlit room after wandering in the dark for too long. There was a quiet bliss in it, a gentle unfolding that made my heart feel lighter with every shared moment. Franklin was attentive, patient, and disarmingly kind—nothing like the shadowy figure my fragmented instincts sometimes whispered about. Hanging out with him, laughing over silly things, feeling his hand steady on mine… it made me wonder, deeply and often, what exactly my old self had found so hateful about him. He seemed like a man of honor, someone who carried his burdens without letting them dim the way he looked at me. Maybe this amnesia was a blessing in disguise, a chance to rewrite our story without the weight of old wounds. Or maybe I was speaking too soon. Memories had a way of crashing back when you least expected, and I wasn't sure I was ready for whatever storm they might bring.


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