Since this morning, you've wanted only one thing: the beef sausage everyone in your town has been talking about. You can't stop thinking about it, even going so far as to turn down your husband's cooking today.

"I'm not hungry," you say while lowering your head, even though your stomach has been growling all day.

"So, you'd rather have the sausage that everyone's been chasing after?" your husband asks, staring at you intently.

You nod slowly.

"But it's quite expensive, sweetheart," he says, frowning.

"It's not that expensive. Besides, the quality and taste are worth it, right? A lot of celebrities have tried it," you reply with a faint smile.

Your husband falls silent for a moment, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Then he says, "How about we buy it from another store? Maybe it'll be cheaper."

"I don't want to," you answer firmly.

Suddenly, your husband places his spoon on the table with a noticeable clink. He stands up and grabs your hand, leading you toward the bedroom door.

"Come on," he says shortly.

"Where? To buy the sausage?" you ask hopefully, your smile widening.

Your husband chuckles softly, as if amused by your innocence. Then he speaks in a low voice. "I have a sausage... much better than the one you want," he whispers hoarsely, before pulling you into the bedroom and closing the door gently.