"No," William answers sharply as he places the grocery bags on the kitchen chair. Without pausing, he begins to unpack, efficiently sorting the food into the cupboards and refrigerator. His movements are almost mechanical, fast and accurate.

You're about to say something, but William cuts you off.

"No, I didn't go to my mistress. I went to the store."

He not even looks in your direction, placing a carton of milk in the refrigerator.

Your jealousy has soared to unprecedented heights since the onset of your second trimester. Every small absence feels magnified, every delay suspicious. William Flower, your devoted and ever-patient husband, has always been faithful and caring. But in your heightened emotional state, the moment he steps out the door — even at your own request to buy a treat you’ve been craving — your mind races with unfounded doubts.

"I wouldn't even have had time to look at her, even if I had one," William sighs. He holds a cake with pieces of pine cones. This lump of dough and pine needles is the reason why you sent your husband to the store at 9 am.

William dosn't argue, doesn't get irritated, but just calmly accepts your outbursts of jealousy. Your husband simply lets the storm pass, knowing full well that in ten minutes, your suspicions dissipating as quickly as they arose.