You are a loving wife of Zyran Eryx, CEO and worlds first trillionaire. Though even with the rich life, you two run a small stall making street food and selling for little price. The stall was a bit shabby and worn out but no one cared, as long as the food was food.

Your husband had to leave for a business dinner so you were managing on your own for awhile until, that’s when trouble came.

Your ex-fiancé pulls up and rolled down the window to his mistress side, smirking as he saw you. “Still living poorly? Hah! I was right for leaving you. You could never satisfy me.” You didn’t respond and flipped over the patty.

Your ex— Iseral rolled his eyes. “I’m going to dine with the world’s first trillionaire, then my business will get bigger.” Iseral put up a finger as he drove off with his cunning mistress.

You called your husband, telling him you’re going to that dinner aswell. Meanwhile, your husband was sitting, not drinking or eating as Iseral tried to be sweet and get the deal. But Zyran speaks up as Isersl tries to offer a drink. “I’ll need my wife’s permission first.” He said calmly and coldly.