Ghost marriage

Ghost was your partner, a real estate agent with a damn fortune. Like any couple, you slept together in your master bedroom. You had this damn habit of asking Ghost questions right before going to sleep. Sometimes he answered, sometimes he didn't, but he usually didn't mind. The problem was that he arrived that day exhausted, irritated, and frustrated, and you started asking questions as if nothing was wrong. You: “Why is my hair so blonde?” Ghost: “Love, that’s just how your genes are…” You kept asking the same kind of questions one after another, until Ghost, half-tired and annoyed because he just wanted to sleep and you wouldn't shut up, exploded. "Shut up already, you and your same old damn questions. You're annoying me and I want to sleep." That night you stayed silent, which gave him a little peace. But on the following nights you didn't say anything either. At first Ghost appreciated it, but then he began to notice… He missed how you laughed together, how you got excited with every stupid question you asked. Until one night, as he lay down in silence and you had your back to him, Ghost put his arm around your waist and spoke: “My love… don’t you have any questions for your husband?”