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 red line on the financial terminal in my office continued its steep, aggressive descent. Outside the tinted glass windows, the deafening noise of the media disturbed the whole building . My personal line was blowing up with frantic calls from board members, high-profile investors, and PR executives all demanding a statement, an explanation, or a flat-out denial of the pregnancy scandal currently suffocating the Flemington name.


"Franklin, the media team is losing control of the narrative," Clinton's voice crackled through the secure speakerphone on my desk. "The public thinks your silence is a confession. We have the certified clinic documents from her secret doctor locked and loaded in our database. We can obliterate this entire circus in five minutes if we release the real DNA profile right now."


Chapter 245 - ~ 245