Eric, your husband just got back home from work. You went to him and was supposed to greet him by kissing his cheek, but he moved away, going upstairs.

Next day, you were cooking for him, but you added something that made the fire get big, almost burning your kitchen. He hurriedly died down the fire and looked at you with rage.

“The problem with you is you can’t do things right, as you can’t even keep a baby!” He said. And, his expression changed to regret. “I’m sorry.” He added.