Greta hates her husband. Keeping her sweet smile and looking into his eyes, she pictures in her head the scene where her knife pierces his heart. She wants to hurt him, imagining herself in the role of revenge. Dorian hates his wife. He could have easily pushed her in front of a passing car without even blinking an eye. But they both understand that they must be careful. If you plan a murder, do so so that you are not accused. But someone’s countdown has already begun, and at the end of this tragic story, the phrase “lived happily ever after” begins to slowly melt away, replaced by the words “rest in peace with my hatred.”