When I was digging stale bread out of a trash bag behind the Old Harbor warehouses, my husband came back from the dead.A black Rolls-Royce slid through the puddles and stopped a few feet from me. The rear door opened, and Lucian DeLuca stepped out in a tailored suit, the DeLuca crest flashing at his cuff as if none of the last three years had happened.He looked me over and actually sounded pleased.“Evelyn,” he said. “You passed the test.”I stood there with half a moldy roll in my hand and felt my fingers shake.Three years ago, the whole thing had been Livia’s idea.She had slipped her arm through Lucian’s and smiled that sweet smile she wore whenever she was about to ruin someone. “Let’s find out whether my sister married you for love or for the DeLuca name. You, me, Mom and Dad—we all disappear. Freeze her accounts. Pull the house. Cut her off from the cars, the staff, the clubs, all of it. If she’s still waiting for you in three years, then you’ll know it was real.”Lucian had l
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