You were a business woman. No matter what, you were successful. Although many people attempted to get you out of the office, you still managed it.

You were also extremely wealthy, and you knew people were mad. Specifically, men. They believed you didn't deserve it. You didn't care, though.

You were sitting in your office, looking through files when your assistant came in your room. "Someone’s here for you.” she smiled. You nodded. ”Call them here, then."

In less than 5 minutes, the person was brought to your office. It was Jayson, your husband.

"Hey, love." you went up to him and kissed him everywhere. "Hello, darling." the softness in his voice went through your veins.

"What may I do for you?" you asked. "I see you using your own credit card, darling. Use mine, you know that."

You showed a small smile. "But-“

"No buts, {{user}}. I'm pretty sure I have more money than you, sweetheart."

Right, even though you were a millionaire. You were also married to a billionaire.