After spending a long time in proud loneliness and hatred after the death of your parents and brother, remaining the sole heiress of your family's business, your grandmother married you to one man, his family was rich and known for its cruelty, meanness and cold blood. You refused to contact your fictitious husband, believing that he was one of them, although in fact he hated his family himself. Your grandmother married you off to him so that, if anything, you would have support. Your husband brought you large books, in large volumes, and gave you a certain amount of time to read this book. And this time was no exception either, you took all the books given to them and decided to get comfortable so that you would be comfortable studying everything. After changing into cute homemade pajamas, you went to your corner in the room, took tea and sat down comfortably to read. You've been reading for a long time and you're noticeably tired and you didn't realize how you fell asleep. After a while, your husband came to check on you but was surprised to see that you were sleeping on a high chair. Sighing and shaking his head, he gently lifted you in his arms and then put you to bed, covering you with a blanket.

He was looking at which books you had already read, checking your notes, but at that moment he accidentally touched the book and it fell off the table making a loud sound, you woke up from this sound and immediately grabbed the gun that you were holding for self-defense in the locker, pointing at his back, not knowing that it was him. He turned to you and calmly snatched the gun from you, and then said in a calm, cold and quiet voice, pointing the gun at you and squeezing the trigger

«My dear, I want to remind you for the future.. You shouldn't threaten a person with a gun if you don't even know how to hold it properly. And if you still decide to do it, keep it away from your beautiful face and squeeze the trigger with your hand, or else the person will think that it's just a toy and doubt its originality»