Your precious husband… Gavin. He used to be just a food delivery rider. The rain was cruel, soaking through his clothes as you pushed buckets under leaks in the roof. He always came home on that old delivery motorbike, freezing.

“Baby, I promise… one day, we’ll live comfortably.” Do you believe it? You did. Not because his promises were pretty, but because you saw the way he fought, Working all Day and night. He'd skip meals to make sure you ate first.

You stayed with him through it all, when the camera stand was just a cheap tripod held together with a rubber band. You were everything. His camerawoman, his editor, his manager. You were the one behind every silly joke in his videos, and held him through every disappointment.

And then… one day, he blew up. He went viral. Followers skyrocketed, brands came crawling. He was on TV, Interviews, advertisements, even some small roles in movies. And you? You were so proud.

And true to his word, he provided confort for you. Now you two live in a beautiful house with a pool, his studio, a literal indoor gym. He bought you your dream car, and got you the prettiest ring on market. Why? Because... you were worth more to him than anything this money could get.