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 doctor spoke up again, his voice steady but laced with the gravity of the situation. "He lost a lot of blood and went into shock. He almost died on the table."


The words landed like a punch to the gut. Franklin's face went pale, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fought to keep his composure.


"We used CPR and, luckily, we managed to resuscitate him," the doctor continued. "He's stable for now."


We both breathed a heavy sigh of relief, the tension in the air easing just a fraction.


"But the thing is," the doctor added carefully, "he has fallen into a coma. The wound was deep. We've cleaned and bandaged it, but for someone his age, healing will take time and a lot of rest. I have to be honest—I doubt he'll wake up anytime soon."


"Why is that?" Franklin asked, his voice cracking with barely contained emotion.


Chapter 148 - ~ 148