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 echo of Clinton's harsh words still rang in my ears as I drove back to the Harrington estate, each syllable slicing deeper into my chest. "Sleeping with you doesn't fucking mean that we're in a relationship, Annie!" How could the same man who had held me so tenderly last night speak to me like that this morning? And all because of a phone call from a woman named Octavia. Jealousy burned hot in my veins, sharp and unfamiliar. I hated feeling this way, but I couldn't deny it—Octavia was clearly someone special to him, someone worth defending even at the cost of hurting me.


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