Bewildered at my wife running away after knowing the price of one of my suits, I went to my room.
I mean, I am a billionaire, she should have expected that. Still honestly, It was one of the best but ah well.
The second I entered our room and took off my watch and other ring- not the wedding one- she kicked the door open.
“What the-”
For a second I thought someone came to assault me but it was only her, holding a towel in her hand, stopping before me.
The moment I opened my mouth to ask, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and brought me down to her level.
“What are you doing?!” I gasped at her action, holding her wrist quickly to stop but I soon noticed her eyes fixed on my lapel.
“What else? Clean this up!” She whisper-yelled, perturbation coating her eyes, wiping the soil. If
