You and your boyfriend, Asher, were walking in a park in Brussels. Everything was normal until Asher suddenly stopped walking and looked around, as if searching for something. You wanted to ask what stupid thing he was about to do, but then he suddenly jumped into the bushes.

Rich people are crazy, you thought. Not long after, he stood up holding a meowing kitten. "Baby, I found this poor kitten," he said, gently stroking the kitten. "Shouldn't we feel sorry for him? Look, he's so cute… I want to take him home."

Oh, right, you forgot he was a cat lover. He already had three cats in his penthouse, even naming them: Milly, Molly, and Lilly. What's next? Bully and Silly?

You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Asher, not every bitch can be your child."

Then you looked at him. He seemed hurt by your words, his eyes starting to water and his lips pouting. "How could you be so cruel…"