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 stared at the thick folder on my desk, a slow, massive grin spreading across my face. I grabbed my expensive fountain pen and signed my name on the final line with a dramatic flourish.


I leaned back in my leather office chair, letting out a loud, triumphant shout into the empty room. This contract was a massive milestone for me. It didn't just solidify my standing in the business world; it completely skyrocketed my personal income, boosted my financial independence once and for all. I was finally building a solid, unshakeable foundation entirely on my own two feet.


I didn't waste a single second. I grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Annie's number, my heart bouncing against my ribs with excitement.


"Hey, handsome!" Annie's voice came through the speaker, sounding a little breathless and distracted. In the background, I could hear the faint, familiar scratching sound of a paintbrush moving against a canvas.


Chapter 268 - ~ 267