My Don Husband Denied Me in Front of Everyone

At the sit-down of the old associates, someone asked my husband, "Who was the one you couldn't stop thinking about, back before you took the oath?"

Lorenzo Moretti let his eyes drift to me for half a breath, then turned to the ruined beauty seated at his elbow. "Bianca."

Bianca Falcone's eyes went wide with shock.

"Then why did you never answer the letter I sent you?"

Lorenzo froze.

"I thought you belonged to Salvatore Greco."

One question pulled another loose, and piece by piece, the misunderstanding from all those years ago came apart on the white tablecloth between them.