One day, after a wild birthday party where I had clearly gone overboard with drinking, I woke up next to Luca—with his ring on my finger.
A wedding ring.
Who accidentally marries the head of the Italian mafia?
Our fathers insist that we stay married for six months before we're allowed to consider an annulment.
Six months.
I have to live with him. Sleep next to him. Be his wife.
All I want right now is to end this marriage.
We argue about it again, and he says:
"The one thing I will never give you is a divorce, and this marriage will be real in every sense."