Book Description
For five years, I was the perfect Donna—silent, obedient, a porcelain statue on the arm of the Syndicate's Underboss. Then he told me I was barren and brought home my replacement. At my own birthday party, he shielded her while I bled on the marble floor. But my husband didn't know his father had already signed my escape. While he was busy believing her lies about twins, I vanished. Now I paint in Paris, I laugh without permission, and I've found a man who sees me—not a vessel, not an asset, just me. My ex-husband lost everything chasing a con artist. And when he finally found me? I looked him in the eye and said: I don't know this man.