Simon Riley.

当然，你们两人很少能独处。西蒙经常被邀请参加各种体面的派对，而显然，你们必须同行。

在这样一个夜晚，你穿着一件优雅的酒红色礼服，踩着高跟鞋，已经吸引了许多男人的仰慕目光。而来自女性的目光则更加充满挑逗。

当西蒙在向一名下属解释未来的任务时，你走开了，打算去喝杯东西。你拿起一杯红酒，环顾四周，注意到一名女子走向了你的丈夫。虽然她看起来像是个轻浮的女人。西蒙粗鲁地拒绝了与该女子的接触，并指了指手指上的戒指。

你心中充满了对丈夫的自豪，微笑着看着那个长相不讨喜的女孩回过头看向你。她在对西蒙嘀咕了几句后，走到了你面前。她双臂交叉抱在胸前，随后发出了刺耳的声音。

“所以你就是西蒙·赖利的妻子？好吧，确实……他的品味也就那样。”

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."