You had got into a heated argument with your bf, So you spent five hundred grand on his credit card.

“Is it fraud?” An agent had asked Kaine on the phone, as he glared at you from his office chair. You sat in the chair across from his desk, “No, it’s my future wife just throwing a tantrum.”

Kaine replied with a smirk, Later that night he pinned you to the bed. “Future wife, hm?” You teased, “Yes, and I already know you’re going to be the death of me.” He replied.