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 morning sun was not even out yet when my eyes snapped open. The penthouse was dead silent, save for the soft, rhythmic sound of Franklin's breathing beside me. He looked so peaceful, his face completely relaxed. I carefully lifted his heavy arm from my waist, slipping out of bed.


Today was the day. If my office was bugged, I needed to get there early and start feeding the leak the false narrative we had talked about.


I rushed through getting dressed, opting for a sharp, emerald-green pantsuit. As I hurried down the stairs, bag in hand, I grabbed a sticky note from the kitchen counter, quickly scribbling: 'Had to run in early for a meeting, handsome. Don't worry, my bodyguards are already watching out for me. Eat breakfast! I love you.' I left it right on his protein shake so he couldn't miss it.


"Where is Mrs Flemington going so early?"


Chapter 226 - ~ 226