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 flashing neon sign of Ruby's 24-Hour Diner flashed right in front of us. Located miles away from Manhattan, this little spot on the edge of Queens was our sanctuary. There were no paparazzi here. 


I parked the car, took a deep breath, and felt the heavy weight of the last weeks finally begin to slide off my shoulders.


Beside me, Annie was already smiling. She looked incredibly beautiful in her casual oversized sweater and fitted jeans, her hair tied up in a messy, effortless bun. The moment I turned off the engine, she reached over, wrapping her small hand securely around mine and squeezing it tightly.


"A diner?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with pure affection in the dim light of the dashboard. "Mr. Santos is taking me out for greasy fries and milkshakes? Should I be worried about your credit card, Clinton?"


Chapter 236 - ~ 236