Ruining my cheating ex husband's life

at right with me." My hands clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. "What did you find?" That calculating look in his eyes sharpened. "Nana's will stated the company and properties wo

I glanced over. Rolin lounged against the doorframe, watching me with a grin that didn't reach his sharp eyes. "Damn," he said, shaking his head. "You're terrifying. Glad I'm not the one you're gunning for." I stayed quiet. My fingers dug into the file until my knuckles ached white. Names, dates, transactions-all the proof I needed spun through my mind, each detail slotting into place like a bullet in a chamber. Rolin cocked his head. "So? What's the play?" I met his gaze and let my lips curve-slow, razor-edged. "You'll see." He huffed a laugh but didn't press. "Well, wife," he drawled, pushing off the wall, "time to pack your bags. You're moving in." I arched a brow. "I'm leaving everything behind. All of it." "Figured." His smirk turned sly. "That's why I had the closet stocked. New clothes, toiletries-hell, even your weird almond-scented lotion." I froze. Turned fully toward him, studying the unreadable glint in his eyes. "You were that sure I'd say yes?" His smile widened-the kind that made you realize too late you'd already lost. Wordlessly, he pulled a velvet box from his pocket. Flicked it open with one thumb. Inside, a silver band caught the light, elegant and understated. "Took me three jewelers to find it," he admitted, voice teasing. "Couldn't let my bride hate her ring." My throat tightened. Alex bought me gold. Hated it, always had. I'd mentioned preferring silver exactly once, years ago, offhand. He forgot. Rolin remembered. And for the first time in months-maybe years-I smiled. Real and ruthless. Rolin's fingers were warm as he slid the ring onto mine, taking his damn time about it. His thumb traced slow circles over my knuckle after it was in place, like he was memorizing the feel of my skin. Then - because he couldn't r