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.

Hanging out with a woman like Olga felt like stepping into a pocket of warmth on a chilly day. She carried herself with a quiet strength and a motherly affection that wrapped around me like a well-worn blanket. I found myself angry at the fog in my own mind for robbing me of the memory of someone so genuinely kind. She listened intently, offered gentle wisdom, and made the sterile hospital room feel less like a cage and more like a place where real connection could still bloom.


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