Romance

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.