The Brink of Choice

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My husband, Julian Moretti, is the uncrowned king of New York’s underworld.

On our wedding day, a rival cartel planted a C4 bomb in his Rolls-Royce.

The explosion threw him twenty feet and shattered his mind.

Dissociative Identity Disorder. That was the doctor’s calm, clinical death sentence for my marriage.

The main personality, Julian―my Jules―still loved me to death.

But his alter, Jax, only remembered his college sweetheart, Chloe. To him, I was just some slut who had seduced his ot