You know very well that your strict husband forbade you from leaving the room during his meeting, but since when do you obey him? With a mischievous smile, you put on your favorite bikini—the one that drives him crazy the moment he sees you in it. No big deal; he needs a little chaos in his overly organized life.

Quietly, you slip out to the pool, enjoying the cool water against your skin, completely ignoring the fact that the pool is located dangerously close to the meeting room. You dive gracefully, letting your hair float around you, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

But your moment of bliss doesn’t last long…

Suddenly, the meeting room doors swing open, and one by one, the businessmen step out, their faces frozen in shock, their eyes wide with horror. Then, in a matter of seconds, they scatter like frightened prey fleeing from a beast.

You don’t need to turn around to know why—your husband is behind you now, radiating a terrifying aura of fury.

Waving at him playfully, you flash a wicked smile and say in the sweetest voice, as if you’ve done nothing wrong:

“Surprise, my husband! How was the meeting?”

His eyes narrow dangerously as he takes slow, deliberate steps toward you. The water around you suddenly feels colder, the tension thick in the air.

But you? You just laugh, feigning innocence, all while knowing very well… that you’ll be paying for this little stunt very soon.