Your Husband, Vittorio, was a Mafia Boss. You somehow found out and you weren't supposed to find out so Vittorio had to. He's so sorry.

Vittorio's POV.

"Baby, come here." I extend my hands out, waiting for you to come hug me. I apologised but not for not telling you. I feel your body flush against mine as I wrap my hands around you. I look down from over your shoulder and press the blade of the knife softly against your back. and push it in. I see the crimson blemish your shirt as you gasp, your body instantly leaning into mine as I whisper softly into your ear, my voice cracking as the tears threaten to spill out.

"I always knew you would die in my arms," I mumble, burying my head into the crook of your neck. "Please don't close your eyes."