lt more and more burdened every day. My name is Lily, and my husband is an ice cube.

who met him admired his authority and respected his commands. She had been in love with him

er something bad happened to her. Her parents were taken away from her by an accident when she was only ten, which made e

everything different. They believed her marriage to Ethan would develop into a beautiful relationship. Even so, Ethan

r life could be with him, but Ethan just watched without really caring. It seemed

the smallest mistakes as if I were a child. She had tried to be the perfect wife, b

, she still told herself that she loved him. It felt as if the love she had brought her was nothing

ve big things, and was entirely dedicated to his compositions. Still, Lily chose her own road and got a job with anot

**

e sighed, running her fingers through her hair. He never even tries, and this makes me s

. Her desire for him to show love and see her as he passed them by was not me

lf. Every morning, she'd wake up while the sun was still low outside, cook breakfast, and make sure her husband was well cared for. He really hated going out to eat and would a

ook pride in keeping the space immaculate, but there was an unspoken rule: she couldn't touch his things. The thought of moving a

moments that passed reminded me of her unrealized hopes. She'd been hoping that day would arrive, when he'd finally welcome her as a compani

ea, and before she could react, she was dashing towards the bathroom. She barely made i

l as she continued to vomit. Her stomach churned, and her t

that something was seriously wrong. She didn't understand what was happe

of sickness to pass. But it seemed to linger, leaving her feeling drained

**