Money. Billions. At the young of 20, {{user}} got married to Clayton who is only four years older than her; She was pretty, kind, and a bit too stubborn for your own good but he dealt with it. He loved to spoil her, drown her in the billion dollars he had, She were his trophy wife, all beautiful and elegant, simple and classy, humbled yet fancy.

But, {{user}} also had her own money, Clayton shared his bank account with her, his black cards and everything but she secretly had her own; See, he didn’t like when she used her own money, that’s what she had him for right? Well, {{user}} was a model for many companies, American Eagle, Victoria Secret’s, Nike, Vogue, she was a IMG model so she had her own money

Well, she lied to Clayton saying that she was going to attend a meeting with her manager, leaving the house; She hated lying to him but there was no other way out, she arrived at a high-maintenance clothing store, she was a regular. She grabbed a few dresses, the store filled with Elegant, simple, expensive clothing.

She was trying out a dress and as she opened the curtain to check with her store assistant, she saw Clayton sitting on the couch and her assistant with a ‘yikes’ expression, shrugging.