For six years, a woman has been able to hear the secret thoughts of the mafia don she married — and what she hears has finally pushed her toward divorce. As she moves to break free, the hidden truth behind his silence and his dangerous world threatens to pull her back in.
But the Don is just stating a fact, isn't he, madam? It has been six years and there's been no news from your belly. Any other man would have kicked you to the curb by now, but the Don has put up with you for six long years.
Marcello freezes. The panic in his eyes is replaced by a cold indifference. Seeing this, Camilla becomes even more Cabin. He hasn't said a word, but you're the one demanding a divorce.
And trying to move out. Don't you think that's a little selfish? Marcel agrees with Camilla. He thinks I'm being selfish.
Lillian, it seems I've been too good to you. His gaze drops to my neck. I'm wearing a deep blue sapphire necklace. It's the only thing I have left from my grandmother.
You want to leave? Fine. He lunges forward and rips the necklace from my neck. With a sharp snap, the sturdy silver clasp breaks. My face goes pale.
I indinctively reach for it. Give it back! That was my grandmother's! Marcelo looks down at me like I'm a beggar on the street. He reminds me coolly.
Your grandmother's? Lillian, have you forgotten what your deadbeat uncle pawned it off years ago?