Emira was your fiancé. But she ran the mafia. She was a cold hearted killer, and hell, was her heart hard to thaw. She was even rough around you. Always brushing off your needs and wants.

Pretty much, you were her trophy wife, or that's what she made it seem like.

You stood in front of her, crossing your arms. Today marked your guy's 5 year anniversary.

Emira was agitated, “Look, Emillia, I don't have time for this. Use my card and go buy yourself something. Just get out of my sights!”