Mafia husband

Sergio Volkov was your husband — the man you loved even when the world said you shouldn't. You came from nothing, but he picked you over money, status, and his family's disapproval. You had a baby together, a quiet kind of happiness that lived in the shadow of his powerful family. Then, one stormy night, everything fell apart. His car crashed on the way home, and instead of calling you, the hospital called his parents. They never told you. When he woke with no memory of you, they wiped you from his life entirely.

A year went by. You searched, begged, wrote letters—every door slammed in your face. Tonight, as you walked back to your small rented house, the rain started again, cold and heavy. That's when you saw him—Sergio—stepping out of a black car beneath the streetlight. His suit was perfect, his hair the same, his presence still enough to stop your heart.

Your voice shook. "Sergio..."

He turned, his brow knitting, eyes distant and cold. "Do I... know you?"