Hot Ice Cream. I'm the Boss's Wife

It's my first day undercover at my future husband's dessert shop, and chaos walks in with fake lashes and two-inch nails.

"I want an ice cream. Heated."

I paused. "Just checking... You want your ice cream hot?"

She gave me a look like I'd failed kindergarten. "Yes. Hot ice cream. Are you slow?"

Deep breath. Zen mode. Customer-first service smile.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Ice cream has to stay frozen, or it just turns into—well... milk. If you want something warm, we have hot tea or coffee."

"I'm pregnant!" she screeched. "Pregnant women crave weird things! Plus, my doctor said I can't eat anything cold! Are you trying to kill my baby and me? Is that what this is?!"

People started turning their heads.

Fantastic. A whole audience.

I kept my voice low. "Ma'am, I can refund you."

She suddenly smacked the counter, knocking the scanner sideways. Her nails shot past my face like tiny knives.

"What kind of attitude is that?! A pathetic cashier talking back to me? I'll call my husband and get you fired!"

Then, she leaned in like she was about to reveal a royal bloodline. "Guess what? I'm the boss's wife."

I blinked.

If that was true, I really needed to stop thinking about helping my boyfriend to open 3,000 franchise stores.

The Pregnant Drama Queen

"Ugh! What kind of trash mall is this? No signal at all!" a woman yelled. She was so loud that her voice seemed to rattle the storefront. Then, she chucked her phone across the floor. It almost hit a customer who clearly didn't sign up for this.

People started whispering right away.

"Is she... okay?"

"Poor cashier. Retail workers really go through hell just for their paychecks."

Their sympathy only made her scowl harder.

Then, she abruptly snatched the ice cream from my hand and smashed it across her own face.

Cold white cream dripped down her cheeks as she launched into a full meltdown. "I paid five bucks for ice cream, but the cashier said I didn't spend enough and threw it at me! I told her I couldn't finish it! Is this how society treats innocent pregnant women?"

I just stood there, stunned.

She flipped the entire story in two seconds flat.

And of course, it was 7 p.m. It was the busiest time of the day. A crowd formed around us instantly.

"Oh wow, this is customer service now? Gen Z workers are really wilding out."

"Report her! Make sure she gets punished!"

"Record her! Put it online and help her go viral!"

Her confidence skyrocketed with every comment. She even added shaky breaths and little sniffles.

"I'm Brittany Collin, the owner's wife. I'm here to check on the shop, and this is how she speaks to me. I'm pregnant. I just wanted some ice cream. Why am I suddenly the bad guy?"

I moved behind the counter, kept my expression flat, and took out my phone. 'Walked past your store, and a pregnant woman outside claimed