"Dear husband, let's shower together," I mumbled, noticing his restlessness and desire to go out. I threw myself into his arms, seeking comfort and closeness.

He never could resist me. When we were still dating, every embrace led to a kiss and every kiss sparked a deeper longing for us.

Now, as a married couple, his passion had only intensified, making our moments even more intimate.

At first, I was over the moon, which was why we had a joyous life. Marrying the man I was affectionate with and being loved so deeply made us stay together as a couple.

My loving husband doted on and cherished me the most.

That night, my husband was as sweet as pie after midnight. I was so tired that I fell asleep in the blink of an eye. I have no idea how long I slept, but I woke up feeling parched and uncomfortable.

I once called out to my husband, but he didn't answer. So, I bit the bullet and got up to fetch myself a drink of water.

As I turned on the bedside lamp, I noticed the empty bed; my husband wasn't there.

I had doubts but didn't think deeply about it as a problem. Shaking those thoughts away, I poured water to quench my thirst and called my husband to ask whether she was.

However, it was pretty odd that he didn't answer.

I had no idea what he was up to for being lost out of the blue. No one was home except for me and he wouldn't respond to me or answer my phone calls. In a fit of rage, I sent him a message.

Minutes later, he replied, [Oh, sorry, there's something urgent in the company. I'll handle it in the meantime. I'll be back, just sleep again.]

"Something urgent?" I asked myself, still doubted.

Nevertheless, I sent, [Okay, right. Just come back as early as you can. Don't tire yourself up.]

[I know. Just stay up on time. Rest well, baby. I love you.] he replied.

I didn't ask much that day. I just hung up the phone and went back to sleep.

But later on, he often vanished in the middle of the night, leaving me exhausted from love and unable to wake up.

I noticed his strange behavior occasionally and wanted to ask him about it, but I figured he wouldn't answer, so I kept quiet.

"Tonight, I must find out the reason behind this."

***

Beckett Campbell, my loving husband, got up from bed and planned to go out. However, as he listened to my words, he curled his lips and made a snap decision. He walked over, scooped me up and carried me into our bedroom.

He carried me to the bathroom and closed the door behind us.

I was so dizzy from his kiss that I was afraid I'd fall asleep again, just like before.

So, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed him down for dear life.

He was astonished, as he was always the one to take the initiative when we were together and I would never do such a thing.

Glancing at me, he smirked and said in a somewhat sinister voice, "Baby, are you coming today?"

I dared not answer. Instead, I smiled and picked up a towel. Without a word, I tied his hands and feet to see if he was in a hurry to leave.

Yet, as the minutes ticked by, he remained as cool as a cucumber.

Furious, I stared him straight in the eyes, realizing he wasn't in a hurry. It seemed I had jumped to conclusions.

Was he not going out? Or was he just going for a walk to enjoy the cold breeze?

It might be, but I was worried, thinking he wasn't going out and I lost interest in playing along.

I pushed him away and went to take a shower.

But as soon as I turned around, he grabbed my arm and asked, "Baby, why aren't you continuing? What's the matter?"

I rolled my eyes and snapped, "You take a shower first. Once you're done, I'll pick up where we left off. Mark my words."

"Oh, right. But aren't we going to shower together? It seems like a perfect way to enjoy the night," he teased.

In the past, when we were still head over heels for each other, we used to shower together. But tonight felt different—odd and strange.

He had pushed me to my limit and I was emotionally drained. After I came out, my eyes were red from crying.

He gently laid me on the bed, smiled and kissed me. Then, trying to make things right, he poured me a glass of water.

Indeed, I was parched. As soon as I got the water, I gulped it down.

He then wrapped me in his arms, turned off the light and gently rocked me to sleep like a baby.

Countless nights, he had held me close, comforted me and watched over me until I was sound asleep.

I didn't want to drift off, but my eyelids felt like lead. When drowsiness suddenly hit, I clutched his hand and said, "Husband."

"Hmm, I'm here. I'll always be here. Now, go to sleep," he murmured.

Right after Beckett arrived at the agreed location, Titus was already in the area.

He sighed, lifted his arms, glanced at the time on his watch and teased, "I have three hours left."

Upon hearing that, Beckett smirked and retorted, "Well, as you know, my baby is too clingy tonight. I can't say no."

Titus shivered and said, "Your heart's fluttering like spring."

However, Beckett slowly put on his gloves and smiled. "You can't understand the joy of a married man. You can't simply relate to me."

Titus was at a loss for words. He was on cloud nine collecting the corpses.

As the two of them finished dressing, they quickly got to work.

There was a lot of bad blood in the morgue. The underdogs were responsible for sweeping away human resentment.

And coming there was just to carry out a task.

"Once that task ends, we must return, as usual."

However, there were a lot of corpses in the world every day and naturally, there were corpse complaints every day. Perhaps the two of them would stay there for a lifetime.

After finishing their work that day, they smoked outside and chatted.

Titus said, calm and composed, "If you go back one day, what will happen to the baby, if you don't mind asking? You know very well that there's no living space in the Vortelion."

Upon hearing that, Beckett flicked his cigarette and seemed indifferent. He suddenly asked, "Where is she? Where am I?"

Titus didn't understand at first, then said, "So does this mean you're not going back to Vortelion? I hope I am wrong."

"Yeah. That's what I meant to say," Beckett confirmed.

"How about your family?" Titus asked once again, oblivious to what he would say.

"Nah, don't mind it as a problem," Beckett said, dismissing his idea. "If they miss me, they can see me anytime soon. It's very convenient for them to come."

Titus stared into his eyes, still terrified of whatever transpired to Beckett in the near future.

"I do understand you, but what if the elders will call back? In the Vortelion, orders are equivalent to life. Once the elders call you back, you must go back. What will you do at that time?"

At that time, the smoke on Beckett's fingertips paused slightly. He moved his gaze up in the sky and compared their sky to Vortelion; it was very different.

Once again, Beckett said, "Whenever I was, she should be there too."

Titus' brows knitted in confusion, but he thought about the reason and meaning of his words.

It meant that if Beckett returned to Vortelion, his baby would also follow him.

The only problem was that Vortelion couldn't allow humans to survive. To overcome this, he would find a way to give her half of his survival ability.

When Titus returned to his senses, he asked, "Will it be worth it?"

Beckett took another drag of his cigarette and blew out the smoke.

He grinned and said, "Of course, she's worth it. She's my everything and I wouldn't regret sacrificing just for her."

I had no idea how I woke up, but I think my stomach was growling. As soon as I opened my eyes, my husband was right beside me.

The slight restlessness I felt before going to bed vanished.

He slept like a log, which was unusual, but seeing him there filled me with so much joy that I didn't consider it.

I climbed over him and traced his eyebrows and eyes with my fingers.

He was very handsome and with his eyes closed, he looked like any other person.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, there was always a hint of mischief in them, which was incredibly alluring.

I was probably captivated by his gaze.

Of course, I also took the first step in pursuing him.

He was a tough nut to crack. It took me a lot of effort.

Fortunately, I finally got him.

I loved him so much that holding him made me feel like I had the whole world in my arms.

I couldn't help but lean in and kiss him. Just as I was about to pull away, he woke up and I felt heartbroken.

I kept nudging him during breakfast, but he just smiled and indulged me, holding me close and feeding me. He only ate his meal after I was full.

After breakfast, he went to work as usual and I caught up on my sleep. When I woke up, I went for some beauty treatments and a spa session and took care of my health.

While at the spa, I met an attractive woman.

Well, she was gorgeous, had a sweet voice and was also good at speaking. She was a total package.

Since she was also good, we became good friends. Her name was Dahlia.

We exchanged contact information and planned to go shopping together next time.

While shopping, I unexpectedly bumped into my husband.

He was checking out the mall, dressed in a suit. Tall, distinguished and handsome, his eyes shifted from icy to mischievous, brimming with charm.

I regretted coming out with her. First, her presence was magnetic, too beautiful. Secondly, my husband was also good and attractive.

Of course, I trusted my husband's loyalty and love. Still, those few nights he mysteriously vanished left a nagging worry in my heart.

I even wondered if Dahlia, who reached out to me, had some sort of hidden agenda.

Lately, there seemed to be mistresses deliberately targeting the main character.

Could she be the reason my husband vanished those nights?

She was strikingly beautiful, with all the qualities to be a third party and tempt men.

I couldn't help but glance at Dahlia beside me and see her eyeing my husband.

And the way she looked at my husband was different.

In a fit of rage, I could no longer stop myself from pushing her, saying, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

She was filled with confusion. She withdrew her gaze from my husband and turned to look at me. She asked back, "What's wrong? You suddenly burst out your frustration on me even if I did nothing to you."

I wouldn't deny being a bit puzzled and since she didn't know that person was my husband, it didn't seem fair to be too furious with her.

But I couldn't rule out that she might have known and was deliberately trying to provoke me.

Not knowing what to do, I was fuming and took out my phone to send my husband a message, [Come here.]

I watched him pull out his phone and then suddenly halt.

The men in suits and leather shoes who followed him also came to a stop.

He looked around and seemed to be looking for me.

I stood beside Dahlia without moving, waiting for my dear husband to find me. I wanted to test whether he knew the woman I was with and whether they had an affair.

Sure enough, he found me quickly, lowered his head and explained something to the men in suits beside him.

The suited men continued and he turned around and headed toward me. He started walking fast but then suddenly paused.

I saw him glance at the young lady next to me. However, he stopped when he saw Dahlia next to me.

I was horrified, almost confirmed that he knew the woman beside me.

As much as I didn't want to be an overthinker, negativities entered my mind and everything went chaotic.

I was fuming with rage and aware Beckett indeed had a problem.

I shot him a hurt look and turned to leave. As I walked away, I broke into a run.

By the time Beckett caught up with me, I had already left the mall. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and I struggled against him, feeling completely out of sorts.

Since he didn't understand, he questioned me, "Baby, what's wrong? Can you tell me?"

I tried to ignore him, resisting his attempt to hug me.

He held me tighter and sighed, "I came right over as soon as I got your message. I just had a bit of trouble finding you and wasted some time. I'm not mad anymore, okay?"

I wasn't mad about that. So why was I angry? Didn't he get it?

I was about to cry in a river.

Dahlia also came out at that moment.

Beckett didn't look back, but I could tell that something had changed in him. His body seemed more tense. He tightened his grip on my arm.

I even caught him glancing back.

Overcome with emotion, I burst into tears and shouted, "You jerk!"