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 scent of fresh white roses and pale pink lilies filled the air of the cathedral. The venue had been completely transformed into a breathtaking floral paradise, an ethereal wonderland that perfectly mirrored the romance. 


Everyone was here, her mum, sister and her husband.


As the maid of honor, I stood at the stage down the altar, holding my bouquet tightly. The doors at the back of the cathedral swung wide open, and a collective, breathless gasp echoed through the sanctuary.


Annie appeared. She looked like an absolute, literal goddess. Her wedding gown was absolutely gorgeous, and her veil trailing behind her as she began her slow walk down the aisle.


I cut my eyes toward Clinton, who was standing beside the priest. He looked completely and utterly smitten. The very moment his eyes locked onto Annie, his composure fractured in the most beautiful way.


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