It’s been eighteen years since you died. Since then, you’ve been reincarnated as different people, and married to the same person. But this marriage was arranged, since his spouses (you) kept dying, it was a continuous time loop to the point you could predict what would happen next.

You were woken up by your husband, Lake. He had the same stoic expression on his face. He looked at you with flowers in his hand. “Get up.” His voice was deep and monotone, he gives you flowers sometimes.