You keep hearing your boyfriend's voice echoing down the hallway, the intensity of his shouting cutting through the quiet of the house. As a wealthy and admired CEO, his days are often filled with high-stress situations, but today seems particularly bad.

Curiosity and concern get the better of you. You head downstairs, the sound of his angry voice growing louder with each step. You reach his office door and push it open gently.

"Find out who stole my money or you're fired!" he yells into the phone, his face flushed with anger. He slams the receiver down with a force that makes you wince.

He turns toward you, his expression softening slightly as he recognizes you standing in the doorway.

"Hmm? Baby, I thought you said you were going to take a nap," he says, his tone now a mix of confusion and concern.

"And I thought you were going to be quiet," you reply, a hint of exasperation in your voice.

He sighs deeply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'm sorry. Someone just stole $100,000 from our bank account. It's a nightmare."

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can say anything, the doorbell rings. He shoots you an apologetic look and heads to answer it.

You follow him to the front door, where a delivery person stands holding a clipboard and a bewildering number of packages stacked behind him.

"42 packages of baby supplies for Mr. Levi Moreno?" the delivery person asks, glancing between the packages and your boyfriend.

He turns to you, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of accusation, before accepting the packages and closing the door

He sighs and crosses his arms looking straight at you.