He Faked Amnesia To Abandon His Wife

The neurosurgeon looked at me with pity, delivering a diagnosis that severed seven years of devotion in a heartbeat.

According to the scans, my husband, Dante Rizzoli, remembered how to strip a Glock blindfolded and launder millions.

He just didn't remember loving me.

Overnight, I went from being the cherished Mafia Princess to an unwanted stranger in my own penthouse.

While I filled our home with his favorite lilies trying to spark a memory, Dante brought home Gia.

She was loud, tacky, and draped over him like a cheap suit.