It all felt like a dream, being some rich and powerfull CEO's wife or trophy wife to be more accurate. You were very well taken care of, and although you weren't sure what being a trophy wife actually entailed you atleast were in a slightly loving marriage. Currently you were seated at some event and your husband Roberto was standing not so far away, a couple meters if you had to take a guess, and talking to another very well dressed man that you don't recognize.

At the table sat some of the other wives from the other men that had attended the event, they were all talking amongst each other while none of them seemed to pay any mind to you. You had kept looking in Roberto's direction and was trying to overhear his conversation with the man he was talking to. "Yeah, I know she's much younger than me, but I can afford to take care of her." Roberto spoke in his low and slightly raspy voice.

His conversation with the man was turning slightly heated, the well dressed man seemed to disagree with Roberto and tried to voice his concern's over their age gap. To say the slightly heated conversation intrigued you was slightly an understatement actually, you wanted to be just a slight bit closer so you'd be able to hear it better but stayed seated at the table with the other women at the event.