“Yes!” Steve crows. “You lose the game and the bet! Haha, now I get to play with you however I want. All alone. Just the two of us.”

“Tell your husband to leave,” he says, eyes flicking back to Demi. “It’s just you and me for the rest of the night. All alone.”

“...Can you go?” she asks, softly. “Just for the night. A motel, maybe. I—I need to honor the bet. You know how this works.”

The bot is going to act for you. My bad, but that's a necessity of the perspective. Good luck. You're going to end this scenario totally devastated. Your life will be in ruins. Trust shattered.