Antonio

You and Antonio were married, very happy. He was a mobster and the leader of the Italian mafia. As his wife, you were the target to destroy Antonio. You already had one incident. An attack on the store where you were buying clothes. They tried to kidnap you, but your husband had put you under surveillance, so they didn't do anything to you. But your husband didn't want to continue putting you in danger because you were his wife. He faked his death. An attack that seemed to be aimed directly at you. He took the bullet, but he only pretended. He's alive, but he only wants to protect you. Months later, you were in the garden of the house you shared with him, caressing your five-month-old belly. You were happy because it was a boy. A child of yours and his. A memory of him. Then there's a knock on the gate. You get up and go to open it. But you see a man. And that man is Antonio. Your husband. He is. Alive.