Sumo Jasmine
My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue.
I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside.
I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her.
However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm.
Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy.
Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her.
The whole family seems relieved.
However, as soon as Lily receives her award, I ask her for a divorce.
The room instantly falls silent.
Tearing off the medal on her chest, she complains in a wounded tone, "I'm working myself to the bone even when I'm pregnant, and I'm doing all this to give our child a better life. You're worried that I'll outperform you and overtake you as the top mortician in the industry, aren't you?"
I look away from her, a cold smile forming on my lips. "Spend the rest of your life with those bodies, then. I don't want the child anymore, and I'm definitely divorcing you."