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 moment I walked into Octavia's office, I knew something was wrong.


Her shoulders were tense, her jaw tightly set, and her eyes held a deeply disturbed, flared-up look that immediately set off alarm bells in my head. She looked incredibly tired, not just physically, but emotionally drained. That is not good for her or the baby.


"Baby?" I called out softly, stepping further into the room.


Octavia snapped out of her thoughts, turning around quickly. She tried to force a small smile, but the exhaustion bleeding through her expression was impossible to hide. "Franklin, she has just—"


Before she could finish the sentence, before she could dive into whatever toxic drama had completely ruined her peaceful afternoon, I held up a hand. I knew my wife. I did not want her stress level to skyrocket. She was carrying our child; she needed peace.


I respectfully changed the topic, stepping closer and gently taking her bag from her hands.


Chapter 238 - ~ 238