The Capo Who Forgot His Beloved Wife

Five years ago, Dante Moretti was the Capo who promised to burn the world for me.

Today, he is a monster with amnesia who treats me like a servant while parading his mistress, Carla, in front of me.

When Carla cut her own baby's lip to frame me, Dante didn't ask for proof.

He dragged me into the hotel lobby, claiming I was a monster who hurt children.

He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You use your voice to lie. You don't deserve a voice."

He ordered his guards to hold me down.

Then, he took a silver needle and thick black thread.

Right there in front of the staff and guests, he sewed my mouth shut.

Three stitches.

One for silence.

One for obedience.

One for the Family.

He thought he had broken me.

He didn't know that while I bled, the walls blocking his memory were already crumbling.

Months later, after I had escaped and built a new life, he found me.

He knelt in the snow outside my gate, weeping, begging to fix what he broke.

"I remember everything, Elena. I love you."

I touched the white scars on my lips and looked down at him.

"You can't fix this, Dante."

"Unless you can give me the last five years back."