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 moment Patricia's call came through, a wave of relief crashed over me. Octavia was awake. After days of agonizing silence and the sterile hum of hospital machines, she had finally opened her eyes. I was sitting in my grandfather's private ward when the news reached me, my hand still resting on the edge of his bed as if willing him to stir. Without wasting a second, I rushed down the corridor, heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread.


When I stepped into her room, the sight of her sitting up—pale but conscious—should have filled me with joy. Instead, her eyes met mine with a guarded distance that sent a chill through my chest. I moved closer, arms opening instinctively for an embrace. She allowed it, but her body remained stiff, almost reluctant. The warmth I had grown used to during her amnesia was gone, replaced by something colder, sharper.


I pulled back slightly, searching her face. "Octavia… what's wrong?"


Chapter 150 - ~ 150