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 moment I stormed out of Clinton's apartment, a storm of emotions crashed over me—heartbreak, jealousy, and a deep, burning anger that made my chest feel too tight. The image of Octavia sitting there alone with him on his birthday night refused to leave my mind. The way she looked at him, the way he couldn't deny his feelings when I confronted him… it all pointed to one painful truth: Clinton was in love with her. A married woman.


Tears stung my eyes as I walked briskly toward the bus stop near his apartment building. Why her? Why would he fall so deeply for someone who could never truly be his, when I had been right here all along? I had given him my time, my laughter, my body, my heart—pieces of myself I had never offered anyone else. We shared an intimate friendship that danced dangerously close to something more, yet he still chose to long for a woman whose heart and life belonged to another man.


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