Being married to Bruce came with perks. Castles for getaways. Private jets that never needed boarding passes. Dinners where the menu had no prices—and neither did the jewelry store next door.

But today’s luxury?

Choosing which of his nine black cards to use.

She stood in the walk-in vault, flipping through the stack like trading cards, each one heavier than the last—AmEx Centurion, titanium Visa Infinite, something gold-plated with no name at all. Bruce leaned against the doorway, tie undone, watching her with that amused half-smile that said: ‘go ahead, break the bank. It’s yours too’.

She finally picked one. Sleek. Deadly. Silent.

Much like the man himself.

And just like that, it was time to shop