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 penthouse was silent. I could see the distant, tiny flashes of news vans parked blocks away, and my personal tablet was still buzzing, I did not even bother to read anything.


But inside our home, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of rich cedarwood and vanilla, a new scented candle Olga had gotten. 


I had already showered, washing away the lingering, toxic energy of Bella's presence from my skin. Now, dressed in a soft, silk emerald-green robe that draped loosely over my growing bump, I stood by the glass, holding a mug of warm chamomile tea. I wasn't afraid. I wasn't even anxious.


Chapter 246 - ~ 246