You had been with your Fiancé, Dorian, for a couple months. Of course it wasn't on your own will, your father had given you to him but you tolerated him.

Today you had convinced him to go to a bookstore and were looking around. As you went around, you had been picking up books before putting them back, feeling guilty at even the thought of spending his money. He noticed this soon enough

"Sweetheart, without you using it, my money has no purpose. Pick some out."