He was the first to scoop cream from the floor and smear it on my face. "Hans, it's just a nickname. I've been calling Rosy 'Wife' for over a decade. You're not going to get jealous over a nickname, are you?"

Then he provocatively put his arm around Rosy's neck and said intimately, "Wife, say something!"

Rosy only smiled indulgently before dabbing cake on the tip of his nose. "Stop it! I'll change the name right now! You should change it too! Otherwise, my husband will be so jealous!"

Anthony, however, wasn't having it. "Huh? What's there to change? Hans has always been generous, not the petty person you make him out to be!"

"Plus, having 'Wife' as a nickname helps me get rid of so many annoying girls who chase after me. It's super convenient! Hans, you can understand my need to avoid being constantly bothered, right?"

Rosy shot me a glance before answering on his behalf. "Fine, I'll change mine. You can keep yours, you've been calling me that for over a decade anyway."

The two of them tacitly avoided the topic of pregnancy, skillfully linking my bottle-smashing outburst with that contact's nickname.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Jennifer Jackman, who had suggested playing this game, was now somewhat sober. With a blushing face, she tried to coax me. "Hans, I just suggested playing such a mean game because I was drunk. If you're still mad, take it out on me!"

I smiled and shook my head. "Why would I be angry with you?"

Actually, I should thank her for suggesting a game that helped me uncover the unusual connection between Rosy and Anthony.

Seeing I wasn't upset, everyone instantly relaxed. But then, Anthony even began recounting the past with smug satisfaction. "Hans, that nickname is from over ten years ago. Back then, Rosy would constantly make me call her 'Wife.' She even changed the nickname on my contact herself."

The next second, I raised my hand.

"Ah!"

A long gash split open Anthony's arm, sliced by the sharp, broken bottle in my grip.

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. Only Rosy, who quickly stopped the bleeding, blew air into him and soothed him.

This wasn't the Rosy I knew, the one who fainted at the sight of blood.

After handling everything, she turned to me with a cold stare. "Hans, you're unbelievable! How can you get so angry over a game that you intentionally hurt someone? What's wrong with you? Apologize to Anthony!"

I shook my head in refusal.