My sister took a bullet to the head and lost her memory. She forgot everyone—except that my husband, Nico Marchetti, was her ex-fiancé. My mother dropped to her knees and begged me to give Nico to my sister. Nico said it too. "I'll just be her fiancé temporarily. Once she gets her memory back, I'll come home to you." But a man who won't stand firm and choose me? I don't want him anymore. *** "Valentina, there's something I need to tell you. For now, you should go stay somewhere else. Okay?" Nico walked into the house, stripping off his suit jacket and handing it to me. "Olivia's gunshot trauma is bad right now. She can't handle any stress. I need to bring her here so I can take care of her. You being here... it's not convenient." Olivia is my sister. The one with no memory. I took his jacket. My fingers clenched the fabric. That sickly-sweet gardenia scent hit the back of my throat. My stomach lurched—like Nico himself had just punched me. I had to bite do......
