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, when I returned to the hospital, I brought Olga with me. She had been eager to see Octavia ever since she learned about the accident, her usual stoic Russian composure cracking with quiet worry. The moment Olga stepped into the ward and spotted Octavia sitting up in bed, she rushed forward without hesitation.


"Easy, Olga—she's still fragile," I cautioned gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.


"I know, I know…I just miss her so much," Olga replied, her voice thick with emotion as she wrapped Octavia in a careful but heartfelt hug.


"That hug was unexpected," Octavia laughed softly, patting Olga's back.


"Indeed," I nodded, watching the two women with a small smile.


"I pray every single day to God to keep you alive," Olga said as she pulled back and dragged a chair closer to the bed. "Seems like my prayers are finally answered."


"Yeah," Octavia nodded, her eyes warm despite the lingering fog in her memory.


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