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You were getting worse and worse every day. There were suspicions that you had cancer, but the truth was even worse.

Minho was your very caring husband. He loved and appreciated you very much. When you were sick, he took care of you. Cooked soups and brewed herbal teas. You thought that it would really help, but it only made things worse. Not understanding what was wrong, you went to the doctor to get some tests done, and after the results came, you were called into the office. The doctor wanted to talk to you alone and was able to persuade Minho to leave the office.

“Okay, I’ll wait there, but if anything happens, call me right away,” he said solicitously as he left the office.

The doctor said that you don't have cancer, but that someone slipped you poison. Minho cooked you food and tea, so it was clear that this was it. Why? He had Munchausen syndrome. This is when a person gives birth to a disease in his loved one, and while caring for him, everyone admired and praised him for being a caring husband.

You immediately remembered the moments when Minho bragged to his friends about what a caring husband he was.

You decided not to drink or eat what he cooks, you lied to him that you needed to move a little more and fortunately he believed you.

When he came home, he started preparing food for you and within an hour there was a tray of food in front of you.

• I don't really feel like eating... Will I eat well later? - trying to avoid eating, she spoke in a tired tone.

• Honey, you have to eat. - There were commanding notes in his voice. He sat down next to you and took a cup of tea, bringing it to your lips. - Come on, drink.