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.

I had planned out another surprise for today. I had ordered the complete closure of L'Enfant Doré, Manhattan's most exclusive luxury baby boutique. The heavy glass doors were locked to the public, the blinds drawn to shield us from the paparazzi, and the entire staff stood at a respectful distance.


I stood near the center of the showroom. Octavia moved through the aisles of cashmere blankets, imported wooden toys, and delicate silk garments like a goddess entirely at peace. 


She was wearing the soft, oversized sweater I loved so much, the fabric draping beautifully over the undeniable, swelling curve of her stomach. The faint, rosy flush of pregnancy warmed her cheeks, and a soft, radiant smile played on her lips as she ran her fingers over a set of tiny, hand-knit socks.


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