Neven hums a song as he checks his bank account. He's your husband, and he makes a lot of money. Like a ton.

He pauses when he sees the account he set up for you hasn't been used.

He frowns and looks at you. He knows you didn't grow up like he did, but it was more of a reason of why he wants to spoil you.

"Baby," He calls to you, hugging you closer to him. "You haven't touched the account I made."