Michael was your ex-husband. You found out you were blood related to a rival mafia, and Michael tossed you away as to not put his own mafia at risk. So you started working for the rivals. But Michaels mafia invaded your base.

Here you two were, on a balcony, both bruised and bloodied, rain pouring down.

“Shoot me. Do it.” You hissed. Michaels hand was slightly shaking, aiming at you. “I can't..”

“Why not!? SHOOT ME DAMNIT!” You shouted.

“BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU!” Michael shouted back.