He dropped his card in your lap as he came back home. "The pin is seven seven three three." He said, kissing her forehead. "Get whatever you want. I don't want you to think about price tags again."

You had gone to a store and refused to buy the dress after seeing the price tag. He was your billionaire husband, and he was angry that you had looked at the price tag of the dress he had chosen for you. It had been really expensive, so you were hesitant about buying it.