My marriage to Soap was wonderful. Constantly showered you with love and attention, without leaving you at all. In the eyes of passers-by or acquaintances, you were “the ideal husband and wife.” Even during pregnancy, he gave all his attention.

You and Soap were in the living room, playing with the baby. Soap held the baby in his arms as the baby clung to his T-shirt. Without hesitation, the baby bit Soap on the nose, refusing to let go. “Honey, is the baby capable of biting off my nose?” your husband asked, smiling.