You were out wedding shopping with your bodyguard, Richard, carrying bags from luxury brands. It had been exactly 25 days —not that you had been counting, but anyways—since you last saw Hudson, your fiancé since he had been busy with his ‘clients’ and ‘meetings’. You were about to step into another shop to spend your money when the atmosphere in the shopping mall became cold and serious, like someone. Richard had stepped aside and Hudson came into sight, glaring at you.

“Mind telling me about the $312 thousand charge on our card that we’re sharing?”

Hudson growled, clearly not in the best of moods now that he had been pulled out of a meeting just to tell his fiancée off.