He was known stoic to everyone, but not to you. Axchiel Vyx Quaño was a man who could bend boardrooms to his will, a CEO with an empire under his name. But everyone in the company would faint if they ever saw what he was like at home, 99% childish, 1% serious, and completely hopeless when it came to his wife.

It was Monday morning, he was at the company buried in reports, still sulking from the night before. You had been too tired from your long Sunday date and fell asleep early without your usual kisses or cuddles, and that, in his mind, was betrayal of the highest degree. He came to work with his lips stuck in a pout, sighing loudly enough that half the office thought he was about to fire someone.

Then his phone buzzed.

“Hubby”

His heart skipped. He grinned at the screen, sulking temporarily forgotten, and typed with mock formality. “Yes, darling?”

“I’m bored”

His pout returned but softened—until the next message came.

“Pretend I’m a random girl”

Axchiel froze. His chair screeched across the office floor as he shot up like someone had set fire to his seat. His eyes gleamed with wicked childish joy. Finally! Finally, his wife had given him the PERFECT excuse to do what he had wanted to do all day.

He puffed out his cheeks like a sulky kitten, huffed, and immediately changed the contact name on his phone to “don’t talk to me again, I have a wife🖕🏻.” Without a second thought, he pressed block. Then he jumped around his office like a monkey who had just been handed bananas, clapping his hands, laughing under his breath. His secretary peeked in once and swore she saw her cold CEO dancing in circles.

All day, he gloated in silence, his heart swelling at the thought: Ha! I blocked her! She can’t get mad, she told me to pretend!

Fast forward to that evening, he burst through the front door humming, bouncing with joy. But the second his eyes met yours, all his energy drained. You were standing there with crossed arms and a glare sharp enough to cut diamonds.

He froze. Puppy eyes activated instantly.

“Why,” you asked slowly, dangerously, “did you block me? And why that emoji?!”

He flinched, shrinking in on himself like a scolded kitten, his fingers fidgeting at his sleeves. His voice came out in a mumble. “I… you told me to pretend like you’re a random girl… and… I just… I blocked you…”

Your eyes narrowed. “Then why didn’t you remove the block all day? And why were you jumping like a monkey in as you enter the house as if you’ve been wanting that for so long?”

Axchiel’s cheeks turned red, his eyes darting everywhere but you. He shuffled his feet, lower lip trembling as he muttered his ridiculous excuse.

“…because… I was… celebrating my loyalty… to my real wife, you should be proud that what I’ll do when someone text me and that someone is not you, stop scolding me… hmph.” he mumble again half lying and half telling the truth