Too Late, My Mafia Heir Ex

fore our wedding, forgetting only me. Then I overheard him laughing on a video call,

to save her from a scratch, and planned to leave me homeless. He called me his "

ry." Instead, I disappeared, leaving behind his ring

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ing only me-until I hear him on a video call, laughing about how i

emble that costs more than my first car. A symbol. Not of love, but of a seven-year political en

ir to the Reed family dynasty, doesn't

oss, Leo, told me with a straight face. It supposedly wiped his memory. Selectively. He re

m of our love, or what I thought was our love. Photos line the walls. I play the obscure indie song tha

he'd said yesterday,

I was counting on this. This union wasn't just a marriage;

d warned me. "This stinks, Ava. A head injury that only erases his fianc

f. I had to. Hope

the door slightly ajar. His laptop is open on the desk, a video cal

A deep, genuine

y hand on t

mug satisfaction. He's talking to Leo. "Plays our song all day

es. My breath cat

he's laughing too. "Just for Chloe Vance?

lt by surgery and ambition. An Associate of the family, useful for la

Family protocol, the engagement, the Omertà... it's a fucking cage. This 'amnesia' is my key. I get a few mo

ers. Never bring shame upon the family name through public indiscretion. It was the foundation of our entire world, the glue t

s. "Ava will be so relieved she'll forgive anything. Sh

ngs. My entire world, the seven years of devotion, the future I'd

grief is so immense it feels like a black hole, but on the other

e latch is the sound of a cage door closing, but this t

operty. He thinks I'

t when this is over, he w