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.

Three weeks had passed since that terrifying night at the old shipping warehouse. Three long, quiet weeks of resting, healing, and wrapping our arms around our baby girl. The danger was completely gone, and the mansion felt peaceful again. 


But to be completely honest, I was getting incredibly restless. As a senior lead developer at JeffTech, my brain was practically begging for something to do. I loved my daughter with all my heart, but I was tired of sitting on the couch and getting on with the routine of changing her, cleaning, feeding and petting her to sleep.


A few days ago, I finally sat Franklin down to talk about going back to work. As expected, my sweet, overprotective husband did not agree at first. He frowned, his eyes full of worry, and told me he wanted me to take all the time in the world to just stay home and relax.


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