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 entire house was quiet. Lael was quiet. The only time she made noise was when she was hungry or when she was being disturbed or when she did not burp well. 


I was sitting in the nursery lounge, carefully folding Lael's clothes that were recently washed. I was also trying to take note of extra decor I would like to add to the room, something more girly.


Then suddenly, I heard the sound of clicking stiletto heels echoed down the hallway. Who could that be? I was not expecting anyone today.


The door burst open, and I caught a scent of a familiar perfume flooding the room. Standing there, with her hands filled with shopping bags.


"Oh my goodness, look at this little angel!" Victoria squealed, dropping her handbags onto the nearest armchair and rushing straight toward the bassinet.


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