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.

We were finally back home. The ride back had been completely silent. Octavia carefully gave Lael some baby medicine just to be absolutely safe and keep her comfortable. We knew we were still going to have the doctor check her for a full, official checkup later, but for now, our little girl needed to rest.


Now, the bedroom was entirely quiet. Both Octavia and Lael were fast asleep. Lael was sleeping right between us in the middle of the mattress, looking so small and so incredibly innocent.


I lay awake, propped up on one elbow, staring down at my wife and my daughter. I could not sleep. My mind was spinning with everything Maria had yelled at us in that dark warehouse.


Chapter 293 - ~ 292