*if theres even part twos to epilogues but this one might make more sense.*
Anna's point of view.
"Harry, it's fine. I'll be fine while your gone. " I assure him and he smiles. "Okay i just don't want my beautiful wife getting hurt while I go out to lunch with Michael" he coos and kisses my cheek and closes the door and my phone goes off. I run a hot shower, not thinking to lock the door in case harry wanted to join. If he got home in time, which he probably won't. Like when ever Michael and Harry go out to lunch, it normally takes hours, Mike has a big mouth. I continue my shower, pushing Harry to the back of my head which was surprisingly hard. He's all that's ever on my mind. I mean shit we just got married last month. I lather the soap in my long brown hair, rinsing it out shortly afterwards. I stay in there for a little longer, i wouldn't hurt anyone just to relax. I hear the door open and I assume its harry. "Hey babe, wanna join me?" I ask and i see him bite his lip through the curtain. I do the same, and he pulls back the curtain. I let out a loud shriek and I see someone who is most certainly not my husband standing on the other side. He grins. "I would love to join you." he smirks and I try to cover myself up, i don't even know who this person is! "Who are you!" I scream and he laughs loud "Let's just say I'm a friend of Harrys'." He smirks and pulls a knife from his back pocket. "And your little Harry owes me a lot of money, but i think he would much rather love seeing you dead first thing." I scream loud and he brings the knife closer. I am scared for my life. Who is this fucking person and how does he know Harry? I don't have much time to think about this, and this time i'm not just being dramatic. I have a knife pointed to my neck and I don't know what he means by wanting me dead to spite Harry. I mean I get what it means to get death threats, but about Harry. But at a last second glance, The neck was dragged against my neck harshly, revealing pools of blood being mixed in with shower water. The next slice is in my stomach and this one is deep, gushing more blood than the last. I begin to grow hazy, collapsing in the shower my head hitting the tile. That's the last thing I remember.
