I have a husband?

Lydia stepped closer to the mirror.

'She's thinner too, I guess…'

'And her eye color, I thought it was dark brown like mine, but it's actually dark blue.' 

'Her hair is darker too,' she thought as she leaned closer to the mirror.

Then her brows knitted.

'Now that I'm looking closer, this appearance isn't just familiar because it looks like mine… it looks exactly like that bitch.'

'Grrr…'

'No wonder she said that.'

"You'll die there pretty fast, poor you."

'Poor you… poor you,' Lydia copied as she made a face.

'Blegh, I made it out somehow,' she thought.

Then she froze and fixed her facial expression when the translucent lady's last words echoed in her head.

"Don't worry, you can have my husband instead." 

"You can have my husband instead."

"Husband…"

"Husband.."

"Husband."