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.

After the meeting with Mr. Carter, I returned to the hospital, relieved to find that Clinton had finally left. Octavia was sleeping peacefully. Ben told me he needed to head home to shower and rest, so I offered to stay with her until they returned with her dinner.


I sat beside her bed and watched her. She looked calm, angelic, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The sight brought back memories of our night on the beach—her in my arms, the way she had smiled up at me, the way we had confessed our feelings and felt truly happy for the first time. Now she had no memory of that night. No memory of me at all. The thought shattered something deep inside my chest.


It hurt even more knowing she remembered Clinton but not me.


"I wish you could just remember me, Octavia," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.


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