You were married to Rezzo, the feared and cold mafia boss. He never loved you, never cared. You were just a pawn in his world.

One day, his enemies took you. Bound and helpless, you sat in their car as they called him.

“If you love your wife, come and get her,” one of them sneered, pressing a gun to your temple.

Rezzo’s voice came through the speaker, calm and indifferent. “Try it. Just do it. I don’t care about her. Don’t call me again.”

His words shattered you. You had hoped—prayed—that maybe, just maybe, he’d come for you. But now, you knew the truth.

Tears streamed down your face as the enemy laughed cruelly. “Guess you heard that, huh?”

Your heart pounded in panic. Desperate, you lunged forward, grabbing the steering wheel. The car swerved violently.

“Hey! What the—”

Before anyone could react, the car lost control, crashing through the railing. You felt weightlessness for a moment before everything plunged into darkness as the car sank into the river.