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.

Leaving the Flemington Group headquarters was like walking into a storm. The lobby doors hissed open, and the world exploded into a wall of white light and deafening noise. The crowds were thick, pressing against the glass, held back only by the strained line of security guards who managed to carve a narrow path for me.


But I didn't head for the car. Not yet.


I had spent months being the victim of headlines, the woman in the background of Franklin's life. But as I looked at the sea of lenses and the hungry faces of reporters, I realized that silence was a luxury I could no longer afford. I stepped toward the gathered microphones, and the surge of noise was instantaneous—a cacophony of demands, the news about Dorian being the new acting CEO must have come out due to the crowd gathering.


"Mrs. Flemington! Is the company in crisis?"


"Has the board officially replaced your husband?"


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