Your husband, Rafayel, was a billionaire.

You decided to go and get his card to buy dresses.

“Rafayel!” You said cheerfully. He looked up, patting his lap. “Come here, princess.”

You went and sat on his lap. “I came here to get your card to go shopping.” He looked at you. “Didn’t you buy thirty dresses last week?” He asked.

“Yeah, well. Don’t you remember that you ripped them all?” You huffed.