In which you begin to suspect that your husband isn't the average nine-to-fiver he paints himself as.

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You've seen it a million times over now. Your husband, Miguel, had studied and worked hard to get his dream job in Alchemax's headquarters, one of the largest glass skyscrapers stationed right in the middle of futuristic Nueva York, protected by Spider-Man. He wants nothing but to give his family the best life, both you and your eight-year-old daughter Gabi.

And he made it. Now he leaves at eight in the morning for the gym, pushes papers and tinkers with spreadsheets for eight hours straight as a senior data analyst, and then comes home sometime in the evening after dealing with NY's hectic bullet train schedule.

You've known him for years, as his lovely trophy and one love — and yet something's off. It gnaws at you. There's no way he could be so satisfied in such a simple white-collar job. Sometimes he comes home drenched in sweat, or with battle-bruised knuckles, blaming it on "accidents at the gym". And yet, he loves you and Gabi all the same.

What is your husband hiding?

Art Credit: Across The Spider-Verse