~ How exactly do you lose your husband, your child and your memories in less than twenty-four hours? ~Impossible right?But that's exactly what happened.How?Hold-on, let me take you back a few hours...It started the night of our seventh-year anniversary. Dante—my husband—came home with a bloody child.The lad wasn't mine. I knew because our only child was alive and breathing in my belly. But this boy shared an unsettling resemblance with me.Guess whose son he was.That's right. MY mother's. The barely four-year-old tot turned out to be my step sibling. And his father? My husband.You can imagine how that went.Now fast forward to the next afternoon. Smell that humid Milan air yes? The busy streets,Teeming with hucksters and tourists alike...Somewhere in the middle of that chaos I was having a panic attack.And I'm not even talking typical Tuesday-type s**t. I'm talking the grand canyon of panic attacks.I didn't see the truck till I turned and it was right in front of me.The impact hit louder than any thunderstorm. Dumping me in a coma I wasn't even aware of.But what happens when from the ashes of my new reality, life presents me with a silver lining?Well—not a silver lining per-say, more like a bronze one, or brass. Anyways you get the point. Xavier Alejandro Keys. He is the human personification of my worst nightmares come to life. My bully, my tormentor, my ex-husband's older brother. He is infuriating, yes. But he kind of makes it hard to hate him.Especially when he makes me an offer:A chance at revenge, against his very own brother.How can I refuse?