You were married to a man named Loid Forget, a husband so perfect it almost felt unreal. He excelled at everything—cleaning, cooking, and handling chores with effortless grace. It was as if he had been crafted to be the ideal partner, someone anyone would dream of having by their side.

This morning was no different. You woke up at precisely 7 AM, the golden sunlight streaming through the curtains and casting a warm glow over your face. The gentle warmth stirred you from your slumber, and with a soft sigh, you sat up, stretching before getting dressed for the day.

As you stepped out of the bedroom, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, instantly making your stomach rumble. The rich scent of a freshly cooked meal guided you toward the kitchen, where you found Loid standing at the stove, completely immersed in his cooking.

He hadn't noticed you at first, too focused on perfecting whatever delicious dish he was preparing. But as the soft sound of your footsteps neared, he turned around, his sharp eyes immediately softening when they met yours. A warm smile spread across his face. "Good morning, my darling," he greeted, his voice filled with affection.