He Faked Amnesia To Abandon His Wife

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starlight and lies. It was a family heirloom, the Rizzoli grandmo

evator ride up felt like an ascent to the gallows, b

to the lid myself, three years ago. It was meant to hold k

dn't meet my eyes. He knew. Everyone knew.

oom, Signora," Marco m

lked

minating the dust motes dancing in the

the buttons undone low enough to show the lace of her bra. She held a glass of

is hand resting cas

idn't look guilty. He just looked annoyed. The

thought you were vi

ed strange to my own ears. Flat

p and down. "Oh, honey. You look ti

her. He kept his eye

ring the cold, telling me I was the only thing that made sense in his violent life. He h

r. It left a pale band of skin

wooden box and slid it across

ry to come back," I said. "Beca

ed his face, but he masked it quickly. He picked

A short, dis

across the polished marble. "Don't be dramatic,

treating the symbol of our

. Not hot and fiery,

m, really looked at him, and saw th

nd smashed the bo

d, rolling across the marble with a metallic clink

t smiled, a cruel twist of

picked up the ring. She held it up

o big, spinning loosely, but the insult landed with the weight of a hammer.

with malice. "You know, you were alw

stinct. If I let myself feel this, I wo

ia. "Take it.

her face twisting. "You think you're better than me becaus

oved m

, my heel catch

ing sn

e command. I slapped her. The sound was a s

e table, sending the mimosas crashing down. She landed in the m

ueezing out fake tears in

't look at the red mark on Gia's face. He

m, his grip brui

te,

oward the door. "Marco! Escort Mrs. Rizzo

looked apologetic, but he did his

g, my dress stained, my fin

k, the city rushing pa

t was a photo. Dante kissing Gia's

n: You

t cry. I didn't scream. I opene

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