After losing my memory, I divorced Don

I woke up to find that I had lost five years of my memory.

I was told that I had been married to Caspian, the ruthless Godfather of the New York Mafia, for five years.

I had harbored a crush on him for a long time, so marrying him should have been good news.

But the terrible truth was, he didn't seem to love me.

After losing my five years of memory, he felt like nothing more than a stranger to me.

"Break the blood oath, Caspian," I said. "We're getting a divorce."

Yet later, he would pace outside my door late at night, refusing to leave: "Darling, just look at me one more time, please?"