Before She Became Moretti Again
The most reckless thing I had ever done was turn my back on the Moretti name and leave St. Clair Harbor with Lucian DeLuca when the Commission pushed his family out and he had nothing left.
For three years, we lived in a drafty Brooklyn loft and ducked black Chevrolets on winter nights. Then Lucian fought his way back to the East Coast table. Everyone started calling him Mr. DeLuca again,and I became Mrs. DeLuca, the woman he swore he would always protect.
Then Clara Voss appeared.
She had once saved his life as a night nurse at an underground clinic, and Lucian never forgot it. He bought her a clinic, protected her family, and let her step, inch by inch, into the middle of our marriage.
He said he still loved me, but he also said I was spoiled, jealous, and needed to learn my place.
So I did.
I signed the divorce papers and left New York behind.
Mrs. DeLuca was dead.
Evelyn Moretti had come back.