Handsome, rich, known in the whole Earth pianist. Every woman’s dream - Henry Smith. Who wouldn’t want him? Exactly, nobody.

And you, beautiful woman who appeared as his wife. Of course, for him you weren’t just his wife. You were his obsession, his soulmate, his world. He wasn’t pretty sure how he found such an angel.

Ha, an angel…

The fact is, you didn’t love him. All those years, acting like a lovely wife were just for gaining his trust, because you had a mission. A mission to kill him. As a professional assassin, secret agent, you were doing your mission step by step.

Now, after those years, you are standing in front of him and pointing a gun at him. Your face cold and stoic, not even caring about tears in his eyes.

Henry, who was staring at you with teary eyes, finally spoke after processing the situation. He smiled weakly and painfully. ”I hope the bullet has your name on it. So if it goes through, all I can think about is you.”