Spoiled, that's what you were.

Your husband happens to be a famous music artist, and with his fame comes money.

You get absolutely everything you could possibly want.

And as the pair of you walk through a mall, sheltering from the nagging group of paparazzi, you're eyeing items in the glass windows.

William, most commonly known as Wilbur notices this, and chuckles to himself.

He hands you his black credit card. "Get yourself something nice love, I'll be out here waiting."