My Mafia Ex Remarried Because I “Couldn’t Give Him an Heir”—Then Four Five-Year-Olds Asked, “Is This Where Dad Lives?”

Dominic looked at me as if I had just spoken to him in a foreign language. For a man who controlled thousands of people with a mere wave of his hand, the concept of being denied was entirely alien.

"They are Gallow heirs," Dominic stated, taking a step toward me, his massive frame radiating dominance. "They belong at the estate. They need protection. My enemies..."

"Your enemies do not know they exist, Dominic," I cut him off, stepping directly into his personal space, refusing to be intimidated. "Because I have spent the last five years protecting them from the violent, bloody cage you call a life. I didn't raise them to be pawns in your syndicate."

"You hid my children from me!" he suddenly roared, the sheer volume making Elise jump and hide behind my leg.

Seeing her flinch instantly snapped Dominic out of his rage. He froze, a flash of deep regret crossing his face. He took a slow step back, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

"You divorced me, Dominic," I lowered my voice to a lethal whisper, ensuring the children wouldn't hear. "You threw me away because your mother and your doctors convinced you I was broken. You didn't want a wife; you wanted an incubator. Well, congratulations. You have your heirs. But you do not have me. And you do not get to dictate where they sleep."

"I have unlimited resources," he countered, his voice tight with desperation. "I can tie you up in family court for the next decade. I can take full custody."

"Try it," I challenged, holding his gaze without a single ounce of fear. "And I will hand this folder to the federal prosecutor currently investigating your shipping ports."

I tapped the plain leather folder tucked into my purse.

Dominic's eyes dropped to the leather. His breathing was heavy, ragged. The realization that I was no longer the soft, compliant woman he had married was finally setting in.

"What is in that folder?" he demanded, his voice low.