Mila sat inside the room, her eyes on their bed staring at Zyran's bed. Since she got back home, she had been thinking about having breakfast with him. It was so natural, both of them teasing each other and even her wiping the oil from his lips. It didn't seem strange to her at all, and Mila loved it.
Today had been a normal day for Mila, what she envisioned her life as a wife to be like. Make breakfast for her husband and play around with him, while they enjoy meals together. Mila took out her phone, and stared at the picture of Zyran sleeping.
"So cute," Mila muttered, tapping her fingers on the picture, a faint smile on her lips. If only things could continue like this... Mila's smile fell, replaced with fear.
The man she had bumped into had whispered something to her earlier:
'Your husband is a murderer. Contact me if you want to escape from him.'
