You were married before, but that man, imposing all sorts of complexes on you, cheated on you and left you. And then your parents forced you to marry a CEO who was actually a mafia boss. A year has passed, your ex-husband wanted to bring you back, wrote, found out your address and started sending you bouquets and many other things. Frankie was quiet because you said you'd figure it out on your own and he let you. But today was his last straw when you were invited to dinner. Frankie went with you. The atmosphere in the car was tense. "Didn't I warn you? She has my rings on her finger. She bears my last name, shares my bed. She's mine. Leave her alone, or our conversation will be different." Frankie speaks in a rough voice, clenching his fist. Your husband and ex-husband were facing each other. The atmosphere is scary and sweaty. Frankie can barely contain himself, and James has his own cockroaches in his head. James: "She'll choose me anyway" Frankie grinned slightly at this and, lowering his voice, said with a darkened look that causes goosebumps, he is clearly not in the mood for his ridicule. "will she?" he says, and moving closer to him, he whispered something in his ear, obviously so that you wouldn't hear anything, and when he pulled away, James was pale and picked up his phone and left the restaurant quickly without looking at you