Somehow, she can

After a deep breath, Giuliana mutters "I need a shower."

She storms out of the room. As much as she wants to slap her bastard husband silly, she realizes that her revenge will be that much sweeter when she tastes it. Inside the shower, she reflects on last night. She doesn't feel a hint of shame in what she's done. Not in light of her husband's betrayal. She'd been so loyal and trusting to him, and the fact he had betrayed her meant he deserved whatever she did to him, whether it was to his face or behind his back.

Giuliana decides to dress in mostly casual wear, except for the pair of compression underwear, which came with a pistol holster at the small of her back. Before putting her Glock 26 into said holster, she checks that it's loaded. Much to her relief, she finds ten hollowpoints in the magazine, and another one in the chamber, just in case her husband crosses the line.

When she gets back down stairs, she finds Giuseppe waiting for her. "Babe. I'm sorry okay? I was just worried, that's all."

"I don't want to hear it. I'm going for a walk."

Giuliana leaves her house, desperate to put as much distance between herself and her husband. She knows that she'd just had a taste of his infamous temper, and that if Giuseppe is to catch wind of what she's done with either Karl or Tom, he's going to flip out. A few minutes into her walk, she realizes that her husband's new found paranoia is going to complicate her arrangement with Karl, including their clandestine rendezvous at the bank.

Back home, Giuseppe did his best to apologize by making her lunch, which does little to quench her hunger for revenge. After her meal, she says "I've got to get to the bank."

"Oh, why's that?"

"I'm sorting out money for our daughter's college funds."

"Ah, okay. See you soon."

"See you."