— Marie, did you divorce Yaros? — my friend asks quietly, and I can feel how overwhelmed with emotions she is.
— He’s a widower, actually!
— But it’s all pretend!
— And I’m not married for real either!
— Girlfriend, you’re just lucky you live far away. Otherwise I would’ve…
— All right, make a simpler face, or others will think you’re glad about my death— I smirk, looking into the girl’s surprised eyes, who has turned the camera back on.
— By the way, why are you so gorgeous? There’s a funeral here, and you look like you came to a party!
— I’m always gorgeous! And by the way, your husband is also quite a sweetheart. Though he kills everyone with just his look. Marie, he’s become even scarier!
I hoped everything would go smoothly, and at least this marriage would turn out calm—but destiny has its own plans. How do I survive this time?