Mafia Game: The 100th Prank, Paid with Life

Summary

I loved Vincent Jones for three years.

Even after his "amnesia," he still remembered only me. So I played along, threw away my study abroad dreams, stayed up all night building his game, forgave every broken promise and every bruise he left behind.

Then I found out I was carrying his child.

And from outside that VIP room door, I heard him laughing with his true love, counting up my humiliations like trophies.

He was never sick.

It was all a game.

The missing bracelet in the rain? That was number one.

Sabotaging my scholarship? That was seventy-two.