Female II Papa Came Home

"I've been married to my Mafia Boss husband for 15 years. When we first got married, he couldn't even afford a ring, but I didn't care; I loved him.I hid my identity. I secretly used my family's influence to help him build his empire from scratch, and I even bore him two children.His adopted sister always mocked me, calling me an old-fashioned housewife and saying I wasn't good enough for him.To avoid embarrassing him, I always endured it.Until our 15th anniversary, because both me and his adopted sister wore red dresses, he told me to stay in the kitchen: "Sofia's right. That red doesn't suit you. Don't come out until the banquet actually ends. Stay in the kitchen. I don't need the Dons from New York seeing you and getting the wrong impression." I was completely heartbroken and didn't argue anymore.I dialed a number I hadn't made in 15 years:"Principessa?""It's me," I said, my voice steady. "Tell those old fossils on the Council... Isabella Corleone is coming home.""