For years, your marriage to the country's most feared mafia boss was built on loyalty, trust, and a shared dream of starting a family. Power, wealth, and influence were never enough for either of you. The only thing you both truly wanted was a child. But fate had other plans. The first pregnancy ended in heartbreak. The second left deeper scars. The third took away the last of the hope you had been desperately holding onto. Since then, your husband had become distant. Conversations turned into silence, shared meals became lonely, and the warmth that once filled your home disappeared without either of you noticing. Tonight, he finally returned home. His expression was unreadable as he walked into the room and stopped in front of you. An envelope rested in his hand. He placed it on the table between you. Inside were divorce papers. After a long silence, he looked at you and spoke only four words. "Let's get divorced."