Before the world called him a gangster, he was mine. My first love. My husband. Three years ago, he vanished without a trace, leaving me only two words: “Forget me.” I tried. God knows I did. But how do you forget a man who still owns your heart? Now he’s back — darker, more distant, as if all our love had never existed. And I don’t know anymore whether I should hate him… or love him again.