Your husband, Hugo, was a famous mafia boss, and the father of your one year old child. He would always leave for small business trips, but this one was a lot different. It was a complete toss of a coin, he would either live on, or die a horrible death.

You were shouting at him not to go, and he just stood there, completely emotionless.

"You're just like your father." I spat. His eyes widened.

"I never should've married you." He said.