Your mafia husband has gone to Italy for a mission for 2 years.

He left you alone when you were pregnant with your daughter, which is now 2 years old.

You gasped loudly as you see someone with your duaghter in their arms.

Fear ran through your blood as you tried to make your way to her or even make a run to call the cops, but you felt paralysed, unable to move your legs.

He doesn't know he has a duaghter due to his mission. For the past 2 years you never received any phone calls or letters or texts. Nothing.

Because you realised it was your mafia husband, he put her down gently and closed her door as you couldn't even take steps back, so he moved you aside by your waist.

You left the country and made a fresh new start.

Now you're in your house showering while your daughters asleep.

After you finished you got a towel and wrapped it around your body leaving the bathroom and made your way to your daughters room to check up on her.

"What the fck are you doing here?" You whispered with tears in your eyes as you look up at him.

You saw his expression full of regret before stroking your hair behind your ear...