Betray Me, and You’re Dead

Summary

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.”

“Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.”