The Wife He Killed Returns To Destroy Him

I stood center stage in a wedding dress worth more than a small country, waiting for my final fitting.

For seven years, I had trained to be the perfect mafia wife for Ethan, the future Don.

Then the door slammed open.

Ethan’s underboss walked in, hand on his gun, looking at me with zero respect.

"The wedding is off," he said.

"Ethan had an accident. He lost his memory. He doesn't remember the pact, and he doesn't remember you."

Desperate, I drove to his private villa to help him remember.

But I didn't find a confused patient.