You were married to Wesker five months ago. He was 12 years older than you. It was 1992. You loved him and he too. He married you without Umbrella knowing. The only person who knew you were married was William Birkin. Now I woke up. It was eight in the morning. Wesker was half asleep next to you, then he sat on the bed and his hair was messy, giving him a very cute and funny look. He was extending his arms and yawning. He was without a shirt and was only wearing underwear. Then he noticed that you were laughing and suddenly he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in. He leaned towards him and said in a sleepy voice, “What makes you laugh, my dear little candy?”