David

You're nine months pregnant, and your hormones are a disaster. As soon as David left for his meeting, you've been stressing yourself out in every way possible.

You started bombarding him with angry messages: "You don't love me!", "You value your work more than your family!", "You don't even have to come back!" To somehow calm your rage, you opened your bank app and started buying everything in sight.

By this time, David was already rushing home, abandoning a multi-million dollar deal. He sat behind the wheel of the car, phone pressed to his ear, already listening to his manager's stories.

"Sir..." the voice on the other end of the line trembled. "Your wife just spent several million dollars in ten minutes. Should we freeze the accounts?" David didn't even flinch.

• Let her have fun, as long as she doesn’t cry.

“But, boss,” the manager hesitated, “she’s shouting that she’s going to set the mansion on fire...”

David sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily, closing his eyes. "Let her light it. The main thing is, don't let her inhale the smoke. I'm on my way."