I Sent My Mafia Husband To Jail And Now He’s Out For Revenge

Ella's POV

I came back to myself with a jolt, that harsh buzz from the call button still vibrating in my ears.For a few seconds I couldn’t place where I was. 

A downpour I’d sprinted through, my portfolio hugged tight, my heart slamming because I was about to be late for the one interview that mattered. 

Now I was outside his room, peering through the door’s little window.

I’d expected bandages, blood, some visible proof of the damage I’d caused. Instead he just looked asleep. His face was unmarked, all sharp aristocratic lines: a strong nose, an angular chin, thick brows. Dark hair spread across the pillow. Even with tubes and wires connected to him, he radiated wealth and authority. 

A man like that would destroy me without a second thought.

I pressed my palm to the cold glass and stared at my own reflection. Pale skin, deep shadows under my eyes, reddish brown hair a mess. 

I looked exactly like what I was. A girl who’d ruined someone and was waiting for the axe to fall.

The nurse had been telling me his vitals were stable, her voice gentle but efficient. Then her tone shifted, and the words she added knocked the air out of my lungs.

“He opened his eyes a little while ago, but he’s confused. He can’t tell us what happened. Honestly, he doesn’t seem to recall anything at all. Not his name, not where he was headed. The doctor said a concussion can cause retrograde amnesia. He lost the moments before the blow. Might be temporary, might not. We’ll know more soon.”

My guilt erupted before I could cage it. I’d done this.

My frantic, selfish sprint had wiped a stranger’s mind clean.

The interview, the firm, my career, everything I’d been chasing, it all dissolved right there.

I saw myself drowning in legal fees, my reputation destroyed before I’d even built one.

And this man, whoever he was, lay in that bed a blank because of me.

I hated the thought that surfaced next. It crawled up from a gut full of panic and refused to be silenced.

If he remembered nothing, if his identity was a void, then maybe I didn’t have to be the one who ruined him. Maybe I could be something else entirely.

The nurse studied my face. “Miss? You’ve gone very white. Are you alright?”

I straightened up and forced my fingers to relax on my bag strap before they snapped it.

I needed to look shattered but relieved. I made my voice thin, scraped raw. “Sorry. It’s just… the shock. You said he remembers nothing?”

“Nothing yet. We’re trying to locate family. Do you know anyone we should call? A next of kin?”

My pulse thundered. This was the edge. I could fall back and let the truth crush me, or I could step forward into a lie so enormous it would either save me or swallow me whole.

Then the man inside the room moved.

He turned his head on the pillow and his gaze drifted toward the window.

Toward me. His eyes were blank, utterly empty. No anger. No recognition. Just confusion so deep it made my chest ache.

I looked back at the nurse and let the rehearsed tears come. One slipped down my cheek. I let my voice crack. “You don’t need to look for his family.”

“He has me,” I said. “I’m his fiancée.”

The word tasted like metal and rain on my tongue, but I didn’t let myself flinch.