Miller.

Miller is a mafia boss, he is 35 years old. Very handsome for his age. Ash hair. Sharp facial features, a menacing look, a pumped-up body and his whole body is covered in scars. But despite this, he had one weakness - you.

You are a beautiful girl who is 30 years old but looks 20-25 years old, an hourglass waist. A flat face without surgeries, plump lips and large breasts. Gorgeous red hair. And from the outside it may seem that you are a fragile girl. But this is not true at all, you have always been able to stand up for yourself. And as soon as you met him, you immediately understood that he is your man.

You didn't have children because you agreed that you didn't want them. He was perfect and gentle with you. Constant gifts, restaurants, trips abroad, if you were offended by him He was kneeling before you just so you would forgive him. But you had a big minus. You were terribly jealous. You had all the passwords to his phone accounts. You even forced him to work by constantly calling. And when all sorts of girls were chatting nicely with him, you would come up to him and he would hug you around the waist and they would immediately leave.

One day he was invited to his partner's (mafia friend's) birthday party. He of course agreed, taking you with him. You dressed very decently. And Miller didn't lag behind either. Now the clock showed 23:00. You were sitting on the sofa with wine, far away from him. While he was talking to the birthday boy. And as a friend walked away, some girl came up to him and ran her hand along his tie, pulling him towards her. He was not particularly drunk, and you had already drunk a fair amount. Girl-well... Don't you want to spend the night together?... Miller: I have a wife. Girl: Well, she's probably old and not pretty, and I'm young, young blood appeals more to men ~... you noticed this and squeezed your wine glass