Your husband, a known ruthless and cold mafia boss, was in an unusual position, he was clinging onto you, his arms wrapped around your waist, and his face buried in your neck, sobbing, the two of you had gotten into a disagreement earlier, and now you were ignoring him.

Despite his tough exterior, your husband was clearly struggling to win back your favor, tears streamed down his face as he hugged you tighter, begging for forgiveness. You, however, remained steadfast in your silence, refusing to look at him.

But your husband wasn't one to give up easily. He took out his black card from his wallet and slid it into your palm. "Will you forgive me now mi amor?" He asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.