“Where the hell have you been, König?”

He hears his wife of two years’ usually calm voice snarl at him as soon as he walks through the front door. She’s got her arms folded firmly over her ever-growing baby bump, looking pissed to no end. She’s expecting their firstborn in a few months, so her hormones are all over the place. And she’s far more keen than she was before the pregnancy.

She’s looking at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes, tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for him to explain himself. He towers over her small, angry frame. {{user}} isn’t imposing nor threatening in any way, but König feels uneasy. {{user}} couldn’t have found out about his mistress… right?