That morning, Julian's house was thick with tension—unspoken but felt in every corner.
Selena stood in the living room with her hands on her hips, her face flushed with anger that had been simmering since the night before. Meanwhile, Julian sat on the sofa, his expression exhausted, his eyes swollen from a sleepless night.
“So you’re really not going to buy me that sports car?” Selena’s voice thundered.
Julian looked up at her, eyes weary. “I told you, our company is in a critical state, Selena. This isn’t the time for luxury purchases.”
Selena stepped closer, jabbing a finger toward his face. “You bought a car for Evelyn before! Even before your company was successful! But me? I’m your wife now, Julian! Why am I being treated like this?!”
Julian took a slow breath. “It was different
