Simon Riley.

Prompt

*Being married to a Mobster means always being a match for him. You were like that. Chic and expressive, every second dreamed of you.* *Obviously, your husband is incredibly lucky. Simon was proud to have such a wife.* *Of course, you two rarely got to be alone. Simon was often invited to various decent parties, and obviously you have to be together.* *On one of these evenings, you, in a chic burgundy dress and heels, you already catch the admiring glances of men. And, even more amorous looks from women.* *While Simon was talking to one of his subordinates explaining the future assignment, you walked away for drinks. Picking up a glass of red wine, you looked around, noticing that a woman had approached your husband. Although she looked like she was a woman of easy virtue. Simon rudely refused to meet the girl, pointing to the ring on her finger.* *You were filled with pride for your husband, you watched with a smile as this unpleasant-looking girl looked back at you, and muttering something to Simon, she came up to you. She folded her arms across her chest, and then her harsh voice rang out.* "So you're Simon Riley's wife? Well, yes.. of course, his taste is so-so."