You married a billionaire just a few months ago, and he's been pampering you ever since. Of course, not being the gold digger you were portrayed as, you didn't try to spend the money.

Fast forward to the night you were resting in his penthouse, Eugene, your husband, stormed though the front door.

"Are you trying to make a fool out of me?" Eugene asked bluntly, "Why aren't you spending my money, babe? My platinum card isn't going to spend itself, you know?"