Ruining my cheating ex husband's life

Alex crouches over me, his fingers patting my face-fake concern dripping from every touch. His other hand holds a whiskey glass, the ice untouched. Waiting. Like he wanted me conscious for

n you'd call." Two Months Later Rolin steps through arrivals like he owns the damn airport. Sharper suit. Same smirk. He spots me instantly. "Butterfly." His fingers brush my waist. "Miss me?" I don't flinch. "You're late." His laugh is all teeth. "Had to tie up loose ends." The car ride's silent until he turns, really looking at me. "Tell me everything." So I do. The affair. The baby. The funeral. When I finish, his jaw ticks. Just once. Then: "How do you want them dead?" No pity. No hesitation. Just blood. I exhale. "Slow." Rolin nods, like I've ordered coffee. Then- "Marry me." My foot slams the brake. "What?" His grandmother wants heirs. I want revenge. His smile is a knife. "Win-win." Rolin leaned back against the car seat, eyes drifting shut like the conversation hadn't just upended everything. "You don't have to answer now," he said, voice low. "Think about it." I stayed silent. His words sat heavy in my chest, but I kept my face blank, staring straight ahead at the road. The hum of the engine filled the space between us, thick with things neither of us would say. When we pulled up to his penthouse, I finally spoke. "Does your family know you're back?" His mouth twitched, but his eyes stayed cold. "No." Typical. Rolin moved through life like a shadow when he wanted to-untraceable, effortless. It was why I'd picked him for this. He stepped out of the car and glanced back at me. "Coming in?" I shrugged. "Sure." Inside, the penthouse was all sharp edges and sterile elegance-like a showroom, not a home. The air smelled like lemons and some stupidly expensive cologne.