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.

That evening, as the hospital ward softened under the warm glow of bedside lamps, Patricia returned with a quiet determination in her step. The faint scent of her herbal tea lingered in the air, a small comfort amid the sterile hush. Octavia had been waiting for this moment, the weight of her nightmare pressing on her like an unseen shadow. She sat up a little straighter against the pillows, her hands twisting the edge of the duvet, and began to speak, her voice low but steady at first.


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