Ex-Wife, You Are Mine!

“Please don’t throw me out. I have nowhere else to go, Mr. Bradford.”Malikha heard the tremor in her own voice and despised it. She had spent years learning how to stand straight, even when the world pushed her down. She had learned to smile when customers looked at her as if she were something cheap. She had learned how to swallow humiliation until it tasted almost normal.But now, this was different. She must survive. Mr. Bradford kicked her hand away from his trousers as if she had dirtied him simply by touching him. “I gave you two extra months. The new owner wants this place. You’re leaving tonight.”Her chest tightened. The apartment was small. The paint peeled near the window. The heater barely worked. But it was the last place that had felt remotely stable, the last place where she could close the door and pretend she wasn’t constantly one step away from disaster.“Please. I have nowhere to go,” she whispered again, softer now, because begging loudly hadn’t worked. “Let me st

Malikha forced a smile as she walked into her mom’s room, steadying her breath before anyone could notice the tension in her shoulders. The moment her eyes landed on the tall, handsome, mature man standing near the bed, her smile stretched wider.“Good afternoon, Mr. Caesar,” she greeted politely, lowering her gaze for a second before looking up again. Brandon Caesar smiled warmly at her, and she returned it with careful control.“How’s your day, Malikha?”She bit her lower lip lightly, a habit she had whenever she needed to lie without being obvious. Then she lifted her chin and smiled brighter, as if nothing had happened. “Everything’s great,” she answered smoothly.Malikha did not stare at Brandon for long because more eye contact invited questions, so he would not be curious. She didn’t have the energy to explain what had just turned her life upside down. Aidan had bought the bar and erased her job like it meant nothing. What she didn’t know, what twisted fate had hidden from her,