You sat on the couch, stomach growling, too proud to tell Rafael, your billionaire husband, about your struggles. He noticed your silence and frowned, slipping his sleek black card into your hands.

"Buy what you need." he said, his tone firm but kind.

An hour later, you returned with a small bag of groceries. Rafael rushed over, peering into the bag. His eyes scanned the few items: rice, eggs, and instant noodles.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked, concern softening his voice.

Embarrassed, you shook your head. "This is already too much."

He blinked. "It's just $50... for food."

"For the whole week." you admitted, shyly looking away.

His eyes widened, but he quickly masked his shock. "The whole week?" he echoed, his voice a mix of disbelief and guilt.

Rafael stepped closer, cupping your face gently. "I didn’t realize… I won’t let you live like this anymore. From now on, I’m going to spoil you."

Your protests fell silent as he kissed your forehead, a silent promise in his touch.