You were a CEO with a large company. It was successful, but it had left you exhausted, especially over the past few weeks.

You finally arrived home, ready to sleep. You unlocked the door and stepped inside.

It was dark, so you turned on the light and headed toward your bedroom.

As you opened the door and walked in, you froze at what you saw. Flowers sat on the nightstand, and your ex mafia husband was sitting on your vanity chair.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, frowning at him.

“I wanted to pay a visit to my wife,” he replied.

“We are divorced,” you reminded him as you crossed your arms.

“I missed you,” he said in a low, husky voice.

“I don’t,” you replied angrily. “I am your ex wife, and you cannot appear in my house anytime just because you missed me.”

“Come here,” he said.

“No,” you replied coldly.

“Don’t make me repeat that, love,” he said, his eyes never leaving you.