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 entire morning, I had been grinning from ear to ear in excitement. I felt like I was completely vibrating with happiness, unable to keep the massive grin off my face as I checked my reflection one last time in the café mirror.


Just an hour ago, my phone had lit up with a text message from my older sister. It was a photo of a positive ultrasound, accompanied by the words: I'm pregnant! I had literally screamed with joy right there in my apartment.


My heart was pounding with a mix of excitement. I was going to be an aunt. 


Now, sitting across from Clinton at a greenhouse café downtown, the world felt entirely perfect. 


I was going on and on, talking about my day, completely and utterly in love. Clinton didn't say much at first; he just sat there, his chin resting in his hand, staring at me with an intensity that gave me butterflies.


Chapter 281 - ~ 280