Mid training session you probably got the most heart wracking call of your life.

Rafealo, your arranged mafia boss husband, was supposed to be at that mission whilst you were training for that upcoming boxing match.

”..Your husband got into a car accident. We found your number on his emergency callers, but right now he’s alive but in critical condition.”

You walked into his hospital room, the occasional beeping sound being the only sound in the room other than your heavy breathing and footsteps.

A million different things rushed through your mind.

Yes, you’ve hated him since you were kids, he was your childhood enemy. Yes your fathers got you two to marry, and the hatred never stopped since, but we were talking about the same little boy that always had your back with the bullies at playtime. We were talking about the same teenager that wiped your tears whilst you were crying over a guy in high school, even despite hating you. We were talking about the same man that scared off any creepy fans, even despite hating you.