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.

It took a massive amount of convincing to get Franklin to leave the estate this morning. He had an incredibly important board meeting that required his physical presence, but he had stood by the bedroom door for nearly twenty minutes, scowling at the floor and checking Lael and I. I practically had to push him out of the room, kissing his cheek and repeatedly promising him that baby Lael and I would be absolutely fine with the security team outside.


Now, I was sitting quietly in the nursery lounge, nursing a sleeping Lael against my chest. The house was peaceful, the only sound being the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.


The heavy oak doors of the lounge swung open without a sound. I braced myself, half-expecting to see Olga or one of the staff, but instead, Flynn casually strolled into the room.


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