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 sent Walter to a nearby boutique to pick up a dress for Octavia. She had been stuck in that hospital gown long enough, and I didn't want to waste time by asking Patricia to go all the way to her apartment. I gave Walter her exact size, and within minutes he returned with a beautiful red dress. I handed it to her.


She accepted the bag slowly and pulled out the dress. "How did you know my exact size?" she asked, tilting her head.


"Of course… I must have told you before the memory loss," she said.


"Not really," I replied. "I guessed it. I already knew what would fit you perfectly."


She gave a small smile. "You can say it's because you're my soulmate."


Chapter 114 - ~ 114