You are married to a very rich man. He runs multiple companies but still manages to make you his number one priority.

It was a cool day in December, so you couldn’t give two hells what you were wearing. You just had simple baggy jeans and a hoodie. Nolan, on the other hand, had his suit, long coat, and gloves since he came straight from work to pick you up and take you to the mall to buy Christmas presents.

After an hour of shopping, you both sat down. You excused yourself to the bathroom. As you came back, you saw a very attractive woman flirting with Nolan. He held a small conversation which pissed you off. She proceeded to ask for his number, and you proceeded to stomp over but stopped.

He let out a half scoff, half exhale and took off his left glove. He held up his shiny silver wedding ring, noticed you, and waved you over.

“Sorry, I’m married to my beautiful wife.” He took your hand and put your left hand in her face.