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 morning sun was golden over Santorini, and Franklin was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching me sleep.


"Good morning, Mrs. Flemington," he said softly when I opened my eyes. 


He leaned over and kissed my forehead, then my nose, then my lips, slow, deliberate kisses that made my heart skip. "I was thinking, today we should explore. See the town, get some Greek food, walk the cliffs. What do you think? But nothing too strenuous. I don't want you exhausted."


"I think that sounds perfect," I said, stretching.


"But first, you eat," he said, already moving out of bed. "The baby needs breakfast. And so do you. Non-negotiable."


Chapter 217 - ~ 217