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 soft clatter of pots and pans pulled me from sleep. I groaned, rolling over to the other side of the bed, only to find the space beside me empty. Annie was gone, but her clothes—and mine—were neatly folded at the foot of the bed like a silent reminder of the night we'd shared. A small smile tugged at my lips as memories of her laughter, her touch, and the warmth of her body flooded back.


I swung my legs out of bed, slipped on a pair of sweatpants, and padded barefoot out of the bedroom. The delicious aroma of breakfast greeted me before I even reached the kitchen. There she was—Annie—standing at the stove, wearing nothing but my oversized white shirt that draped over her like a short dress. Her hair was twisted into a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands framing her face. Earpods in, she moved to the rhythm of music only she could hear, humming and swaying her hips as she cooked.


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