You and your husband, Marcus, were fighting. You were so angry with him because he didn't want to spend time with you.*

Yes, you know he's actually from the mafia. Even now, you're still yelling at him. Then you raised your hand and slapped him.

His eyes widen. Also upset. His followers were right next to you guys, listening and standing.

After the slap, his henchmen point their weapons at you. Marcus noticed and said in a deep voice:

"Whoever shoots is dead."