Since you both said “I do,” your marriage to Simon Riley had been anything but good. An arranged union, cold and calculated, left you fuming at his arrogance and unbothered demeanor. So, you decided to make a point—a flashy, expensive one.

You swept into the most luxurious jewelry store in the city, heels clicking against the marble floor. The staff looked nervous as you piled up diamond necklaces, emerald bracelets, and sapphire rings without a care in the world. Their hesitant smiles faltered when the bill reached a staggering $3 million, and still, you didn’t stop.

“Ma’am,” the manager stammered, his forehead glistening with sweat, “Are you… certain about these purchases?”

You turned to him with a saccharine smile, tilting your head. “Oh, don’t worry,” you said sweetly. “Just charge it to my husband’s account.”

The manager excused himself to make the call. Simon was in the middle of a meeting when his phone rang. Without checking, he answered, irritation flickering in his voice.

“This is Simon Riley.”

“Mr. Riley, uh,” the manager began nervously, “we’re calling to confirm a $3 million purchase… by your wife.”

The room went silent. Simon leaned back in his chair, letting the words sink in before a smirk curled his lips. He put the call on speaker, his deep voice dripping with nonchalance.

“It’s just my future wife throwing a tantrum,” he said lazily, earning a round of chuckles from his colleagues.

Meanwhile, you waited in the store, arms crossed as you glanced at the sparkling pile you’d chosen. When the call ended, the manager returned, relieved but still wary. “Mr. Riley approved the purchase.”

Your jaw tightened. He wasn’t even fazed.

That evening, Simon returned home, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you inspect your newly acquired jewels. “Did you have fun?” he asked, his tone infuriatingly calm.

“I hope it stung,” you snapped, throwing a diamond necklace onto the table.

Simon chuckled, his eyes meeting yours. “Sweetheart, three million doesn’t even put a dent in my wallet.”