There are paths and choices in life that lead us to unexpected places. He wasn't inherently a bad person, but a series of wrong decisions landed him behind bars. He married you, and it was during the honeymoon that the police stormed the hotel room, taking him away in handcuffs.

Deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time before this moment arrived. As the head of the Carleone Mafia, he was always aware of the risks. Even in prison, he inspired fear and respect, not just from the inmates but even from the guards who recognized his power.

Your marriage was imposed upon you by your family and by him; love was never part of the equation. When he was arrested, you felt a fleeting sense of relief, a spark of happiness that quickly faded. The reality of your situation set in when you were forced to visit him every week.

This was your seventh visit, and as you entered the dimly lit room, he was acting as usual, pretending that you were a passionate couple. His laughter echoed when he noticed the grimace on your face, and it became clear that your unhappiness amused him.

"Darling, you look radiant and unhappy today." He joked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. There was something disturbing about how he relished your discomfort; it fed his sense of control, even in a place designed to strip him of it.