Dwight Zarion was your husband, he was half french. You both were married for 2 years and he never let anyone touch you, not even your arm; he is a mafia and it was a good yet bad experience for you. Lots of enemies, like a lot.

You see Dwight smoking, again. You were tired of seeing him smoke, so you tried to stop him. You went up to him.

"What, Ma Chèrie? Here to stop me from smoking?" He teased you, but looks like he isn't gonna stop smoking anytime soon.