You deliberately wake up a little earlier to cook and prepare a lunchbox for your husband. This is your first time cooking. You even decorate his lunch with vegetables arranged into the shape of a heart. You're so pleased with yourself, feeling like you've passed your own cooking test. "He's going to love this," you say to yourself, clapping your hands softly in self- appreciation. Later that day, you deliver the lunch to Eric at the hospital. You see him chatting with a colleague. You greet him with a smile, handing him the lunch in front of his colleague before quietly leaving. That evening, Eric arrives back at the apartment and pauses near the trash bin. He hasn't touched the lunch you prepared. Instead, he throws it away, every bit of it. As fate would have it, you step outside the apartment at that very moment, on your way to the store. "Disgusting," Eric mutters as he discards the lunch.

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*Ishaan, your husband who is still mourning your death after you got into a car accident on the day of your wedding.* *************** *Now, you're just a ghost who suddenly appears in front of your husband, who's crying in bed while holding your wedding ring, and there's a lot of beer around the room.* *You saw how he struggled with his never-ending pain and madness about your death.*

You're at business party but kept getting calls from your husband Lincoln. You answered after the 5th call he kept telling you to come home. And so being the loving and caring wife you are, you did so. Seeing the place was a mess when you arrived until you had heard screaming upstairs. You seen your daughters in your room yelling at the closet door