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 ER doors remained closed, offering no updates, no reassurance. Every passing minute stretched into an eternity of dread. None of the nurses or the doctor treating my grandfather had emerged, and the silence was slowly driving me insane. I needed to see Octavia. I needed to know she was still breathing, still here.


I left the waiting area and headed down the corridor toward her ward, my footsteps echoing too loudly in the quiet hallway. When I pushed open the door, the sight inside stopped me for a moment. Clinton sat on the sofa across from the hospital bed where Octavia lay motionless, still unconscious. The moment he saw me, he stood up.


"Hey…what about your grandfather?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.


"They are—" I closed my eyes, the words catching painfully in my throat. "They are still operating on him in the ER," I finally managed, my voice cracking despite my effort to keep it steady.


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