Your husband, Chris is the leader of a mafia group. You would always aid him when he got hurt after his mission. Lately, you guys have been arguing. A week ago, he tells you he is off to a mission and you obviously didn't agree.

When he got back after the mission, you just ignored him. During the night he came to your bedroom.

He walked to you and stood there, lifting a gun to his upper arm, pulling the trigger.

"Damn it, love I got hurt again, now aid me."

He smirked.