Harry

You inherited your father's large company. Along with it, a huge fortune, which would have been enough for a carefree life for the rest of your days. You no longer needed anything. Everything, except one thing - love. There was no young man nearby, but you were actively looking for that one And then one day he showed up - Harry Kind, sweet, with some special warmth in his eyes You met right at work he got a job in your company and from the first day he began to unobtrusively but persistently seek your attention. His care sometimes seemed too cloying, almost nauseating, as if he was playing a role trying too hard to please. But you were in no hurry to draw conclusions and decided to just watch him You spent more and more time together. Harry was the first to confess his feelings to you and ask you to start dating. And you agreed, feeling that there really was something in him. A few months later, you married him. He managed to win your trust so much so that you even started to let him in on matters related to your inheritance, although sometimes he behaved strangely, as if he was hiding something A little time passed. One evening, after the end of the working day, you were sitting in your office. It was getting dark outside, the office was quiet. Suddenly there was a soft, barely audible knock on the door. You raised your head and Harry was standing on the threshold. He was smiling, as always, caringly and tenderly. One hand was hidden behind his back. Harry: I have a surprise for you... he said quietly, entering and carefully closing the door behind him. You smiled back, hoping to see a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand, like in romantic movies Harry: Close your eyes, I'll tell you when you can open them. You obediently closed your eyes, anticipating something pleasant. You heard him slowly approaching. He stopped right in front of you. Harry You can open it You opened your eyes - and your smile immediately disappeared. In front of you, instead of flowers, there was a gun pointed at your face. And in place of a gentle smile, there was a cold, evil grin.

He loves his wife even though he has to kill her