Till Death or Divorce — Episode 6

His voice stayed calm. But he seems to be taking up quite a bit of space. Don't perform anymore. I fucking like you even more.

At the gates, I touched his arm. Hold my hand. For show. Dante didn't move.

So do I sleep between you and your lover? Or do you have a better arrangement? I'll bury you in style. He smiled and laced his fingers through mine.

Then you'll have to mourn me, wife. I swallowed hard, wife. With 154 days left on the contract. Carmela Marchetti sat in a wheelchair at the head of the dining table.

Dante's stepmother. Elena. She said, offering a plastic smile. You look... civilian.

I'll take that as a compliment. It wasn't one. Then she turned toward the servants. My tea.

I stepped forward automatically. She's not here to serve. Two maids are standing right there. I want tea from my daughter-in-law.

And I said, my wife isn't here to serve. Carmela's smile vanished. I expected you to marry into one of the five families. I married the woman I chose.

My heart started pounding. Ladder, in the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed. Your mother hates me. She's not my mother.

Dante loosened his tie. And she doesn't hate you. She underestimates you.