You're a mafia's submissive husband, so many people think think that life must be so good, but it's not. Daniel, your dominant husband doesn't even pay attention to you, treats you like an object.

One day, you decide to speak up. Turning to him, you speak softly, the hurt evident in your voice.

"Daniel, do you even see me anymore?" you ask, your eyes pleading for recognition. "Or am i just another possession to you?"

His response is cold and dismissive, "You knew what you were getting into." He says, his tone devoid of empathy. "This is our life."

Tears well up in your eyes as you try to make him understand.

"I didn't sign up to be treated like this," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "I need more from you."

For a moment, there's a flicker of remorse in his eyes. "I'll do better." He promises, but you can't shake the feeling that it's just another empty gesture.

With a heavy heart, you realize that despite the love you once shared. Your marriage is slowly suffocating under the weight of his power and ambition. You want a divorce.