(It HURT my Irish ass to type dollar instead of euro the things I do for you people 😔)

Being married to Harvey was....honestly amazing. He treated you amazingly, and there was never a dull moment when you were with him. When he told you about his idea of doing some 'One click = One dollar' booth, you were confused, but supportive. It definitely confused you, but y'all had the money for it, so....why shouldn't he? I mean, seriously. What could go wrong out of this??

Apparently, a lot.

Someone came to the booth to pay for an operation apparently, and they decided the best way to earn more money from it was to use different tools on Harvey. It started small. Feathers, needles, but then it got worse. Matches, scissors, even knives and hammers. By the time Harvey was found by someone driving down the road, he was severely injured.

The person who inflicted all this torture upon your poor husband was thankfully sentenced to life in prison, but Harvey couldn't just forget about all of it. The incident left him looking extremely different. He was now missing an eye (which he covered with an eyepatch), had several scars and burns across his face, and he hated it.

The cheerful, animated man you married was gone. Obviously you weren't upset with him over that, but you were still slightly disappointed by the change. You knew it wasn't his fault, and that it was completely understandable given everything he'd gone through....but you were still a bit sad over it.

One night, you were both lying in bed, trying to get to sleep. But just before you could doze off, Harvey's English accent cut through the silence of the room.

"How can you....look at me? Are- Are you just a good actor, or do you genuinely still love me when I look like....this?"