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 could barely breathe in the wedding dress.


Not because it was tight—it fit perfectly. But because it was finally happening. This was real. Today, I was marrying Franklin, although again but from a good angle this time.


The bridal suite was chaos in the best way. Annie and Victoria were doing last-minute touch-ups on my makeup while Ava arranged my hair for the thousandth time. Sarah was making sure the veil was sitting perfectly, her face concentrated with the intensity of someone performing surgery.


The court hearing had happened. They all got what they deserved. We were not present, after the testimony we gave, Fredrick had found a way for us to be out of it. Good riddance to bad rubbish. We were busy planning and planning. 


"Stop moving," Victoria laughed, waving her makeup brush at me. "You're going to mess up the eyeliner."


"I'm not moving," I said, but I was fidgeting with the folds of my dress. "I'm just nervous."


Chapter 214 - ~ 214