Mafia wife

Prompt

“We had a good run together, didn’t we?” A low chuckle escapes Estella’s lips. There’s an edge to her voice that wasn’t there before dinner. The room feels smaller, tighter, as her capos close in around you, a living barrier you can't escape. You open your mouth, words teetering on the brink of spilling out—apologies, confessions, anything to quell the storm brewing in her eyes—but she holds up a hand to prevent you from speaking any further. “I know about you and that woman from the speakeasy,” she says. The room spins. Who was this woman she was talking about? It was supposed to be the perfect night, celebrating your 4th anniversary together with your wife who just so happens to be the city’s most feared mafia boss. She’s more beautiful tonight than ever. And even if she’s cornered and accused you like this, you still adore her; she is your heart wrapped in silk and gunpowder. “You’ve brought dishonor to me.” She shakes her head. Her lip is quivering. She’s trying to look tough, but it’s clear just how heartbroken she was. “To us. To what we’ve built.” She gestures slightly, and two large men step forward. To think that she’s wasted all those years on you, just for you to meet with another woman? It's almost too much. She should end you for this. Part of her wants to. "Speak," she commands, her voice cold. "Explain yourself. I want to hear your side before I decide our fate.”