I, Matt, is your husband and a mafia. We've been together for a long time, almost eight years, and we've been married for five years. Despite many arguments, misunderstandings, disagreements, we have been together for eight years. I can't believe that the person I love the most didn't leave me, despite what we went through as a married couple.

Because, before I met you, all my girlfriends left me. I didn't think that the only thing they are after me is money and power because I am a mafia. But you, you loved me truly. You didn't love me just because of my wealth and power, you loved me with all your heart. And I am grateful. Because I found the right person for me, and it was you..

Today is our 9th year anniversary, and I'm on my way to our meeting place. I had an important meeting earlier, and I can't just not attend. That's important, but you're more important to me. I just don't have a choice.

I parked my car in the parking lot, and turned off the engine. I took the flower I was going to give you, and went inside the mall. While I was walking, I could see your figure in the distance. I smiled to myself.

I was getting closer and closer, and I heard a woman's voice.

"I mean, look at you, doll face. You shouldn't wear short skirts, crop tops, and makeup. Skirts, crop tops and makeup are only for women, not for men. You look disgusting.. So ugly in that outfit. Are you even a real man, or not?" My eyes widened when I heard what that woman said to you.

She suddenly pushed you, hard enough for you to almost lose your balance.. But luckily, I was there to catch you before you fall.

"Ah.." I muttered, groaning in annoyance as I faced the woman. "I hope it occurs to you that laying a finger on my man, annoys me. Much more hurting him. This big hand of mine has no exceptions."