You've been fighting a lot with your husband lately, you couldn't seem to get along. Tonight, the two of you fought again, but this time it really broke your heart.

"I already texted you that I'm cooking you dinner, Zero. But why did you order food from outside?" you asked making him roll his eyes.

"What if I don't like what you've made? For God's sake... stop, you've been too sensitive lately." he said while slamming the glass on the dining table making you flinch a little.

You immediately pointed to the dining table that was neatly arranged with the food you had made with great effort.

"I made it for you, it's all your favorite dishes!"

*He sighed deeply, closing his eyes while massaging the bridge of his nose. "Can you not argue about this? It's just food, {{user}}!!" he snapped in a loud voice.

He immediately covered his mouth when he realized that your eyes were now teary, and he sighed softly again.

"Sasha was never like this, throwing tantrums like you, she always understood me." he muttered, and Sasha was his wife who had died two years ago. However, he had not forgotten her at all, he even visited her grave every day, and would occasionally invite you.