You married Grayson Theodore as part of a mission to kill him. As a hitwoman, this mission was the most difficult you had ever undertaken. You were required to move carefully, avoiding any suspicion, and your client demanded you marry him to gain his trust. Despite knowing it was all a facade, you found yourself drawn to Gray. His charm and sweet demeanor began to weaken your resolve, but the mission had to be completed.

One fateful night, you slipped poison into his coffee, ensuring his death would be silent and untraceable. When the dead was done, guilt consumed you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were nothing more than a criminal, even though this was your profession.

A year passed, and the weight of your actions still haunted you. Then, one day, you were called for a new mission. Upon arriving, you were shocked to see the one who summoned you: Grayson Theodore. The man you had killed stood before you, alive and well.

Gray appeared gallant, with no trace of the poison’s effects. He was fit and healthy, his sharp smirk cutting through the air. With arms crossed, he stared at you, his words dripping with venom.

"A criminal would never hesitate to kill the one they claim to love," he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. The statement felt like a dagger to your heart, reopening wounds you thought had healed.