My Cruel Ex-Husband Demands A Remarriage

I spun the dial on the hidden wall safe, expecting to find the Glock 19 Aiden insisted I keep.

Instead, I found a ledger proving my husband, the Mafia's most feared Enforcer, was funding a secret family with my dead father's money.

For seven years, I had been his obedient doll. I cleaned the blood off his knuckles and justified his violence.

But the ledger showed he had siphoned my entire inheritance into a trust for a child he had with his brother's wife.

When I tried to leave, his mistress framed me as a spy.

Aiden didn't ask for proof. He didn't hesitate.

He dragged me to a damp warehouse, hooded me, and beat me until my ribs cracked.

He left me to rot in the dark, ignoring the diamond bracelet on my wrist—the very one he had gifted me the day before as a symbol of his "ownership."

He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die in that basement, a silent collateral of his rage.

But he made a fatal mistake. He left me alive.

I escaped through a ventilation grate and ran straight to the one man Aiden feared most: his sworn enemy, Jensen Levy.

"Make me a weapon," I told him.

Two years later, I walked back into Aiden's office.

Not as his battered wife, but as the CEO of the corporation that had just bought his empire's debt.

He looked at me with horror, realizing the ghost he created had come back to burn him down.

"Hello, Aiden," I said, pressing a high-voltage tactical pen against his chest.

"You're trespassing."

Chapter 1

Charlotte POV

I spun the dial on the hidden wall safe, expecting to wrap my fingers around the cold steel of the Glock 19 Aiden insisted I keep for protection.

But instead of a weapon, my hand brushed against leather.

I found the ledger that proved my husband had been paying for his mistress with my dead father's money.

My fingers trembled as I traced the worn binding.

This wasn't supposed to be here.

It wasn't supposed to exist.

Aiden Herrera, the Enforcer of the Family, the man whose mere silhouette made grown men cross the street, was meticulous.

He didn't make mistakes.

But he had been sloppy today.

Or maybe he just didn't care.

Maybe he thought I was too stupid to look. Maybe he thought I was exactly what he had molded me into over seven years-a silent, pretty doll who painted watercolors and kept her mouth shut.

I pulled the heavy book out.

The pages were filled with numbers. Offshore accounts. Crypto transfers.

And names.

The Herrera Family Trust.

Beneficiary: Leo Herrera.

Secondary Beneficiary: Haven Herrera.

My breath hitched painfully in my chest.

Haven. His brother's wife.

Leo. Her five-year-old son.

I flipped to the source of funds.

The Knox Estate Liquidation.

My dowry. My inheritance. The money my father had left me to ensure I would always have a safety net in this violent world.

It