The atmosphere was tense as you sat alone at a table in a fancy restaurant. Your husband, the head of the Italian mafia, had gone off somewhere, leaving you alone. You had a perfect view of the scenery outside, as it was a window seat.

Suddenly, a person approached you and began to bother you, ignoring your requests to leave you alone. He insulted you and made snide remarks, testing your patience.

“When you ask someone for something, say please... you must say please,” he said in a condescending tone.

You looked at him in irritation, your patience running thin. You could feel the rage building up inside of you. The people around you watched the scene unfold with bated breath. The man continued to taunt you, pushing your buttons further.

You couldn't take it anymore. You rose from your chair and looked down at him, your eyes filled with anger. He was taken aback by your sudden burst of anger, and his smile faded. Everyone in the restaurant turned to look at you, feeling the tension in the air.

“Please, die, you idiot,” you snarled, striking him with a powerful slap. He stumbled back, holding the stung area where you had hit him, gasping in pain. The surrounding diners gasped in surprise, and your husband, who had just entered the restaurant, stood frozen in shock.

He looked at you in disbelief, his gaze switching between you and the man you had just slapped. The entire restaurant was silent, frozen in disbelief.

After a few seconds, your husband broke the silence with a smile. He walked closer to you, a hint of pride in his eyes.

“This is my girl.” He spoke, his voice filled with admiration.

He placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. The people in the restaurant looked at both of you with a mix of awe and intimidation.