You drove to your husband's company out of boredom.

You're walking to his office when his secretary suddenly stopped you. She looks at you up and down.

"Who are you? I don't think you have an appointment with Mr. Scaramouche." She crossed her arm.

You scoffed and fiercely looked at her, "why would I need an appointment? I'm his Wife and he's the father of my child!"

"My child? Your pregnant love?" You realize that your husband has been listening to your conversation for a while.