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.

Shock rooted me to the spot as my mother's words sank in. I stared at her, my mouth slightly open, struggling to process what she had just said.


"What?" I mumbled, my voice barely audible.


My mother turned calmly to Dr. Aris. "Can you excuse us for a moment, Doctor?"


"Of course," he replied, though his expression remained cautious. "Please take it easy with her. Regaining her memories is a huge step forward, but she's not yet strong enough to absorb too much distressing news at once."


"I understand," my mother assured him. "I'll be careful."


She stood and gestured for me to follow. "Let's go back to your room."


I rose slowly, my legs still unsteady, and we walked in silence down the corridor to my private ward. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the questions poured out.


"Mom, what do you mean Franklin's grandfather was shot?"


Chapter 154 - ~ 154