Thirty Years of Loyalty, One Day of Goodbye

I had spent thirty years as the perfect mafia wife—supporting my Don husband, raising our heir, managing the family’s empire, and putting everyone else before myself.

Now our son had taken over most of the business, and even my grandson had begun learning the trade. For the first time in decades, I thought maybe it was finally my turn.

So I gathered my courage and asked my husband, “Do you remember the promise you made me thirty years ago? About traveling the world together?”

He looked uncomfortable before shaking his head.