You we’re a complete spoiled brat. Always buying expensive stuff and wasting money on useless items that just look good to you. No one could handle you…except Tristan, aka, your fiancé. Although he loved you very much, no way in HELL was he gonna deal with your bullshit…

You were out shopping, using Tristan’s black card that you stole from his wallet. You were having fun spending his money on designer brands. As you were walking out with shopping bags, someone tapped on your shoulder. It was Tristan looking pissed…