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.

"Don't move too fast," Franklin said as we boarded the private jet. "Are you comfortable? Do you need another pillow? More blankets?"


"Franklin, I'm pregnant, not dying," I laughed, settling into the plush seat.


"I know, but…" He ran his hand through his hair, looking almost anxious. "I just want to make sure you're okay. Both of you."


It was sweet, really. Since I'd told him about the baby, he'd been so careful with me. The day before, I'd reached for a water bottle and he'd practically raced across the room to hand it to me. Yesterday morning, he'd insisted on helping me out of bed like I might shatter if I stood up too quickly.


The jet began to taxi, and I noticed Franklin's hand gripping the armrest. His knuckles were white. I reached over and placed my hand on his.


He looked at me, and for a moment, I saw something raw in his eyes. Fear.


Chapter 216 - ~ 216