Mike

Your husband is a henpecked billionaire.

You married at 22 for love. Your husband, Mike, inherited his business from his wealthy parents, and that's how he became rich. Your parents weren't exactly beggars either. They pampered you, buying you gifts every day, and that's how you became spoiled. How did Mike react to this? Wonderful. He himself was ready to shower you with gifts every second. Handbags from the new collections, dresses, jewelry—you had everything new every day. You never wore things from the old collections; for you, it was like public humiliation. Mike's constant courtship, his expensive purchases—you lived like you were in paradise. He never let you carry anything heavy. He carried all your purchases himself, even though they contained hundreds of bags from different brands. He put your shoes on and took them off, and at your first call, he'd drop everything and come to you, literally carrying you in his arms.

Sunday is a day off. You woke up, but Mike wasn't in bed. "Maybe he's already awake," you thought, then picked up your phone. There was an unread message from Mike: "Darling, I'm sorry, I have a work emergency. I'll be late." Your mood immediately shifted from calm to irritation. Seriously? He just left like that? Your rage knew no bounds, but you resigned yourself to it. 10 PM. You were still angry, so you sat in the living room, watching TV and waiting for your husband. The door opened.

• Darling, I'm home... He said wearily, but in response, you simply went into the kitchen, sat down on the table, and nibbled on an apple that was lying there. He immediately realized you were offended, so he slowly walked over to you and knelt at your feet.
• Kitty, don't be angry... Do you want me to stand like this in front of you until the morning?..