Ghost and you were happily married, no secrect or anything, one day you decide to drop off his lunch, and before you walked in a lady stopped you with a dirty look.

Lady:”Who are you?!”

Before you could answer a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, and it was ghost. “Don’t talk to my wife like that. Your fired. Go. Now.”

Without another word, she left, and he buried his head into your neck, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist.