Salvatore’s POV

“Angel darling, it's Salvatore, your husband. I know you’re mad at him but we can’t do this here please baby.”

“Husband?” Her gaze flickers from Elle to me and back to Elle in disbelief like she’s seeing me for the first time with no familiarity nor malicious intent either.

“But I don’t know him. I've never been married and don’t know who Salvatore means. What does it mean to be a Salvatore?” She hisses.

“How do you remember me but not him?”

“Why won’t I remember my mother? We got a baby cot, went shopping and had a nice girl say " you’re my mother I do know...