Fake Dead Husband, Real Good Bodyguards

Synopsis

Day 60 of the apocalypse, I watched my husband get his throat torn out by a zombie. I sobbed like an idiot until bullet screen started popping up. [Poor male lead, even faked his own death just to ditch his deadweight wife.] [And he left her two bodyguards? If it were me, I'd just off her right there, no messy loose ends.] [Later this city slicker clung to him anyway, almost making the real female lead lose it. Thank god the male lead dumped his wife out of the safe zone himself later, and the zombies tore her to pieces. Chef's kiss.] I froze, realizing my husband wasn't dead at all. He'd just faked his death to ditch his deadweight wife. I wiped my tears and stuffed the half-burned letters back into my pocket. I ordered my two guards to tend fields and fight zombies by day, and see to my baths, massages, and bed at night. Occasionally, when I thought of my "dead" husband, I'd put on a little show of crying at his memorial tomb. "Don't you worry, babe. I'll be just fine. Your bodyguards are hot, capable, and even fun to be around. They'll take good care of me too. "We're gonna have a great life together." But two days later, my deadbeat of a fake-dead husband kicked down the door of my cabin.