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 more I thought about what had happened to Octavia, the more convinced I became that something wasn't right. It wasn't just a fall. The feeling lingered at the back of my mind like a whisper I couldn't ignore. She hadn't simply slipped. Not after everything I'd seen. Not with the way tensions had been building around her lately. And now, with her memory fractured and unreliable, she couldn't tell me what really happened. I didn't want to push her to remember, so I had to find out myself.


I was at work when the decision crystallized. I leaned back in my chair, eyes narrowing. "If she can't remember," I muttered under my breath, "then I'll remember for her."


I would investigate what happened—with or without Franklin's help.


I drove straight to JeffTech and asked for Miranda, Octavia's team leader. She looked surprised when I walked into her office.


Chapter 113 - ~ 113