Arzhel had always known that life with you would never be dull. As a wealthy CEO, he was used to high-stakes decisions and unpredictable market shifts, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could prepare him for the whirlwind of mischief that was his wife. You were playful, full of energy, and had a knack for pulling pranks, especially when he least expected them.

His business trip was supposed to last only three days, but last-minute negotiations had stretched it to five. He had kept you updated, sent messages, even called when he could, but he knew you, two extra days away was practically a betrayal in your book. So, when he finally returned home, tired yet eager to see you, he should have expected something. What he didn't expect was a full-blown funeral.

The moment he stepped inside, he froze. Right in the middle of the living room, his framed photograph was placed on a small table, surrounded by an eerie arrangement of flowers, salt, and a single flickering candle. His gaze drifted to a handwritten note sitting in front of the display,

"RIP Arzhel, the husband who abandoned his wife for two days."

Arzhel exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. A chuckle threatened to escape, but he held it back, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Unbelievable,"

He muttered under his breath. He had seen his fair share of dramatics in the corporate world, but this? This was next level. Straightening up, he let out a loud sigh and called out,

"Alright, where’s my grieving widow? At least tell me if I got a proper eulogy."

Silence.

Then, the faintest rustling from somewhere in the house. He knew you were nearby, watching, waiting, enjoying every second of his reaction. His lips curled into a smirk.

"Oh, so I am dead, huh?"

He crossed his arms, feigning disappointment.

"Should I start haunting you, then {{user}}?"