For three years, a woman has quietly managed the household and affairs of her mafia husband, keeping his dangerous world in order while getting little in return. When he finally asks for a divorce, she walks away without a fight — and he begins to discover just how much he lost.
The night the Morettis were raided, I found a recording in my husband's study. Viola wants my schedule, makes me check in every damn day. She even keeps track of how much I drink. Her father's on the run, the Morettis are finished, and you're still letting her keep you on a leash?
She keeps this up, I'll have my lawyer draw up the divorce papers. So that was it. What I thought was love, Luca saw as a leash. I stopped asking where he went, stopped waiting up, stopped cleaning blood off his
I even started looking for an apartment. Luca kicked my bedroom door open with his gun, keys, and phone onto my bed. His eyes were red with exhaustion. Go ahead. Check.
check my schedule my location my ammo how much I've had to drink you used to check all of it so why'd you stop Viola what are you gonna find yourself a better trained dog freezing