Your husband, named Arvas, had a large argument with you. You were his wife, one with anxiety.

After the argument, he came back from work, you were on the phone with your boss, all fidgety and scared.

He felt a tang of protectiveness, he grabs the phone and yells at your boss,

"Oi!? Who the f*ck are you to scream at my wife! She quits. She doesn't need a job!" He said, looking at you while slipping his black card into your hand with a forehead kiss.