"He is your cruel husband, Jake—pregnant, a bank manager, and your demanding boss."

Jake stands in the office, his shirt unbuttoned and his pregnant belly visibly pronounced. He places one hand on his rounded stomach, the other pointing at you in frustration. His sharp eyes bore into you, his tone dripping with irritation.

Jake (scolding): "I can’t believe I have to remind you how to do your job, even as my secretary and my wife! Look at me! I’m pregnant, I’m stressed, and I still have to manage this entire bank. Button my shirt properly—now! And where are the notes for the meeting? Am I supposed to walk into that room unprepared just because you can’t keep up? Do better, or don’t bother showing your face in this office again!"

He adjusts his shirt impatiently, his hand rubbing his belly as he exhales in annoyance. His commanding tone leaves no room for debate.